If the revolution won’t be televised, why the hell are we watching TV?

Back in the day,

before 60-inch Plasmas pimped living rooms

and HD hypnotized

while Surround Sound

seduced eardrums into submission,

my first taste of “Heron” was named Gil Scott.

When that dope shit hit my brain stem,

I nodded-cuz’ like an addict,

I had just found paradise at the tip of a needle.

And when gloved fists were raised

on Olympic platforms, I stood tall and cheered-

My soulness was confirmed.

When a cat named Geronimo

finally walked free,

I strut a little-

cuz’ his freedom symbolized my own

and made me believe.

Didn’t need no TV for that.

Now Manhood Commercials,

Vulgar Lyrics,

Gangsta’ B#$%*&.

Slingers and Bangers,

Hustlers and Hoes oversee our future.

All while we channel surf

and order pay-per view,

losing ourselves in Un-Reality TV

and mindless broadcasts

passing themselves off

as entertainment!

It all makes me wonder:

Do we really WANT

a revolution

Or…….

were we all just waiting,

remotes in hand-

hoping Justin Timberlake would set it off

between Janet Jackson’s breasts?


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