Television Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

Television
is the curse of the nation
Feeding ignorance
from station to station.

Yes.

The Television
Is the curse of the nation
What you're going to watch
is beyond explanation.

Information?

Useless
you bet.

Over thirty channels
and you have not picked one yet.

From
The Television
That stands there
in the corner
Hypnotic regression
of the nation is the order
of

The Television
What have you learned of
yet?

Generations of kids
that still don't know
their alphabet.


They watch
The Television
With murder on their minds
Images of death
portrayed
of every single kind.

On
The Television.

And then we act surprised
When a child commits a murder
before our very eyes.

In a society
That does not sanitise
The only wonder is
that we never realised.

That
The Television.

Feeds off our very brains
Sending out
To all about
Invisible radio waves.

Yes
from
The Television.

None of us are saved
It feeds us ignorance
Keeping everyone as slaves.

Television
is the curse of the nation
Feeding ignorance
from station to station.

Yes

The Television
is the curse of the nation
What you gonna watch
is beyond explanation.