Television
Today at six I tuned my television set
To gaze attentively... Propaganda they
All say and that today I could testify to
The spelt evil. The vision telegrammed.
To no avail the brother that was caught
In betwixt the shooting and rampages
Of the commuters was not screened...
Yet they say no to press censorship too
I later realised that I had no saying even
When terrorised by my own. So absurd
And my groans never impact the comrade
Even the commissar so reluctant to my plea.
Copyright © Wilson Waison | Year Posted 2018
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