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Spoil the view

You stare and stare

The bleak landscape of colour

Just waiting to embrace



Reach the image

You grope and grab

The information and tidings

Hoping you'll understand



Bring out the Lie

You think and touch

The thoughts lying to yourself

The worship you give it



Push back the reason

You cannot comprehend

The desiese they gave to you

How you cannot repute it



Hand me my freedom

I cannot find it anymore

How the media has gone now

I've been destroyed by colour

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A TV bashing poem, how people stare and stare and stare at the one thing that gives them news to the outside world...and what a dirty world it is

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