a blank refrain
where all is virtual
except widespread pain.
God on the dollar bill
was never a good omen –
and what hasn’t gone downhill
since newsmen became showmen?
On every chanel – propaganda
to serve the corporate state
and at the helm, puppet commander –
he smiled, you bit the bait.
Turn off the set and close The Book
stare at the ceiling until it’s clear –
it’s inward now you all must look
to site plain truth and towards it, steer.