"My People....Listen"
The media reigns a menace,
over a battle field of strikes
pay-cuts cause dismay,
as stuntmen devote aimlessly
to be replaced by a 3D cinema
and shows made for the people,
become a cardboard audience.
"...Please Listen"
[Climbs onto his cardboard podium,]
[placed strategically on the sidewalk.]
reality has become surreal
love became emotionless,
drug fueled actresses
become anorexic to appeal.
entertainment screams
but the producers misread cries,
"we know we're killing you,
but we'll keep giving you more...
reasons to weep."
[Ignorance is bliss]
"You are being mislead"
"fine i'll take things into my own hands"
the radio is extinct,
even nature looks on in pity
that something so pure,
the music, the energy
was given a face,
now staring aimlessly.
and now the face of music
is only being a vessel for porn.
[A broadcast intercepts all Media Airwaves]
"My People.... Listen"
...
"Transmition ends tonight."
[Power Failure]
D a r k n e s s
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