A poem looking at the news we consume, and questions if it is really consuming us. |
We pretend to look it up We pretend to know it all We pretend to have the facts Yet in the end we always fall Enamored by religion Institutional A Boolean of truth Where all other things are false Because science has said it For governmental funding We read it on the headline And that is saying something The CDC, celebrities All picturesque and stunning It’s the popular option No need to be confronting All other opinions foolish Lacking of the facts Watched the news for twenty minutes Put my faith within the act God, I’m so enlightened Nothing can distract Cognitive to propaganda Such revival in the tract Time to get a flu shot Need a new vaccine Funding the production Building a machine Chemicals and compounds Give me some caffeine Loving this placebo False securities in me Never question anything Never truly know Never benefit the world Just doing what we’re told Livestock in comparison No purpose to the soul Idiots politicized Who can barely even cope While truth could be discovered We remain within a cage Mentally reduced To the headlines of a page References, a feeling Unstable and enraged Offended by statistics With no hope of any change The dangers of religion Faith in institutes Unchallenged and unscrutinized Leaves minds of destitute Zealous in belief In an aimless, blind pursuit Contemplation all abandoned Afterthought, a residue Brainwashed, corrupted Controlled and engineered Influenced, deceived Hoodwinked and held in fear Deluded, perverted Seduced and volunteer All references in marionette The act of puppeteers © GaratheDen © HeartOfBabel |