Killing, maiming all around
Death, destruction does abound
Media consumes us all
Numbed to violence large and small
Games to shoot with leaden eyes
Sensual pleasures in disguise
Watch the screen for what is real
Catch the vibes that make us feel
Following the piper’s way
See him prance and hear him play
As he weaves our waking dream
No one hears the helpless scream
Turn away, it’s not too late
Deny measures to sedate
Fight those who would claim your soul
Free your life from their control.
This is one of my favorite poems I’ve read, Awesome!
Thanks Seth. Glad it found you.
your poems always have me thinking
Hi,
Well, thinking does have its uses if directed