Insolent minds;
  welcome to the view.
 Sounds and colors climbing
  to your heart's delight.
 Pull down the blinds
  nobody's watchin' you.
 Marvelous assumption
  this rendering of sight.
 Information is a bane;
  communication, grief.
 Emaciated ecstasy
  is languishing in children.
 We just want to breathe again,
  oxygen's a thief.
 Is this our legacy
  chained in sheltered prisons?
 Soul starved refrains
  require new incision;
  dying while supplying
  cures for old infection.
 We cry for rain,
  then alter the decision,
 Mother Earth is dying
  to see her own reflection.
 Make no mistake;
  I too, love release.
  and I like to feed from my blank screen.
 Known to placate,
  anything for peace.
 But I'd rather tend the musings in between.
 Yet still we rise;
  attention to the masses.
 Paying; bowing lowly
  to the gods we hold so dear.
 News dues come slowly
  to the quivering classes.
 Sheep approach the slaughter,
  grinning ear to ear.