Vile Media

There is something creeping over us.
Demeaning, disrespectful and dangerous.
We sense it, yet feed it.

Taking over our lives.
Fake, cynical, and wasteful.
It’s an addiction that grows.

Like a predator it hunts us,
Our children,
Our minds.

We turn away, refuse to see,
That someone poisoned our dreams,
You can taste the toxin in the air.

And now, saturated,
It threatens,
To be accepted.

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Rabbyosaberwolves

This poem's subject is evil as seen by the overall substance of media of Television. You don't have to agree with the subject or this statement to grasp or gain something from this poem.

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