On any given night you can feel her pain,
as the world outside has drowned
by an inevitable pool,
The confident ingredients
in her smile’s content,
had dastardly began to change.
For in her heart,
she noticed mankind,
no longer hid,
from the strange.
Analyzing, a gripping audience,
of accusatory and impoverish strain.
While spectating on a world,
of programmable puppet‘s,
hanging thinly by a string.
A lump mustered in her throat,
as her ears burned from anger,
witnessing famine of knowledge
made them sting, of life’s impeding dangers.
She watched as commercials,
became sexual before 5:00,
in front of her children.
While every other song and TV show played, taught soul stealing techniques,
and nudity, as ways to make a few million.
Unphased by the idiot box,
for- she was no celebrities fan.
She held her speeches at high regard,
to enlighten Children, Woman and…
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