The Television
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The Television
The beast,
eats your heart out slowly,
takes your soul away painlessly,
and barely if at all
it is ever noticed by any.
It growls lowly, quietly,
and beats you into submission
with loving notions of guilt
and the promise of safety
with the use of propaganda,
and the illusion of truth,
within the lies.
Watch me,
watch me...
watch me...
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2023
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