by Charlette Nyce
Thursday, October 13, 2005
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Embrace the pollution of our society,
Let it smother the progress of American propriety.
gained with prolific stealth.
The meaning of life reduction.
Politicians try to gain popularity,
As we struggle with our own familiarity.
To keep up with the latest trends.
Subliminal messages hidden in advertisement,
As we are soon to forget what compromise meant.
The dollar gains,
Yet, poverty goes unnoticed until a sudden disaster.
Everyone's heart compels to reach out, the media is our master.
But soon the stories will die out,
Poverty will then again cry out.
This time to a deaf ear,
As no one has time to hear.
Their creed and dedication,
For their own life preservation.
To bend or break,
The chances we take
Whether it be Hurricane disaster support,
Or War Relief Effort.
Be wise, simplify, give or choose to ignore, for now we still have choices.
The media is our master, but we are the voices.
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|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Brava! I've written many poems/articles on my pet peeve the media. They no longer report the news they manipulate and make it. This is a fantastic poem on the state of our culture,and I applaud your writing it!Yes! we are the voices! We need more like yours!