Empty Message

Give me a message in a bottle,
One that’s blunt, in truest form,
Not some flavored tune that coddles;
But a message of  the coming storm

No more entertainment,
No more blood, and sex, and killing,
Freedom lies within containment,
Of a mind that’s pure and willing

We have feasted upon this violence -
Murder on the picture screen,
Spit-filled laughter in defiance,
With repercussions yet unseen

So tell me, where’s our message now,
The morals that used to feed our soul?
They have become a tainted vow,
Plunging ahead for a darker goal

So be aware of what you see,
Seek the message in everything,
What you hear may set you free,
Or to your knees, might it bring

Shut off all those t.v. sets,
Open your minds to life’s sweet lessons,
Turn away before you forget,
That darker needs become obsessions