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Media Plaything
My baby's rotting away.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
Published 13th Jun 2011
| Edited 14th Jun 2011
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13th Jun 2011 3:24pm
13th Jun 2011 8:20pm
14th Jun 2011 2:53pm
Carla, could I suggest "baby's" rather than "babies" (lines 1 & 6), otherwise it's a bit confusing, unless of course you've got several babies. And "thought-altering" rather than "thought altering" (line 7). It might seem picky, but details like this help the reader to follow what you are saying. Apart from that, I share your concerns about the effects of TV on small children.
14th Jun 2011 8:44pm
