flipping through the channels
from one ‘talent’ show to the next
and in between fall the ‘reality’ programs
that are anything but
and when the candies were all in commercial
flip again I did
coming to land on what used to be
the true reality television
just in time to see the precursor
to a nightmare long in the making
but the vacuum is too vast
and the oil is getting too hot
its boiling point now being found
on the end of each flying missile
in the tears and fears of each child
running away from everywhere they may land
all the while the studio audiences
are using their selector buttons,
and those watching at home
well, they are text messaging their proof
that democracy truly is in the hands of the people
as they vote for their favorite
juggler, joker
dancer, skater, driver,
or lab rat living in an open wired house
and while democracy is on a commercial break,
across one worldly street
the bombs, they burst in ground
and across an other,
I stop flipping
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment