[h=1]This poem laments society's pre-occupation with entertainment, which brainwashes it into submission.[/h]
The power of things,
pulling like a tractor beam
upon the heart,
start to think people, start to rise up
and take back your thoughts,
your independent hearts,
before it’s too late.
Wait a minute,
you mean there’s more to life
than a Saturday Night in front of the T.V?
THE FIGHT GOES ON…AND AT THIS MOMENT THEY’RE WINNING.
The power of things,
pulling like a tractor beam
upon the heart,
start to think people, start to rise up
and take back your thoughts,
your independent hearts,
before it’s too late.
Wait a minute,
you mean there’s more to life
than a Saturday Night in front of the T.V?
THE FIGHT GOES ON…AND AT THIS MOMENT THEY’RE WINNING.