Still, stagnant.

Still, stagnant.

The air around, through it fills the empty lung of the Body.

With it, the poisoned vile flows through the empty mind of the State.

The vision of the televised glass oracle,

It's always right, it's always fair!  

It screams, yet they obey,

lovingly, knowing it will be there day after day,

and more importantly,

night after night.  

At 6:00 pm sharp, the Body,

the collection of emptied minds,

tune in, like One.  

And listen.  

Simple politics and a soulful man lost,

Education cuts and another drug bust.

We are fear, yet we attentively follow.  

And yet, a tumor grows in the Body.  

It asks, it pleads to create more,

      individual bodies, 

                  away

                              from the Main Body

        A danger, hostile cancer, adds  

            just a

              bit of

                  flare