Moral Majority

A short poem commenting on
the influence of the media on our culture

See that odd guy over there?
Kind of funny looking with weird curly hair.
We like to put him down,
With nasty words and disapproving frowns.
He's just a guy trying go his own way,
But we can't have that, it's our way or the highway.
There can't be any way but the way we've been taught,
we have no time for dumb facts and perish any thoughts,
Popular phrases, top sports and talking heads,
Fill our minds with the pull of commercial threads.
Get behind 'our lads' (we must support elitist tyranny),
We know they are bad, they don't speak our vocabulary.
Their children don't matter, to us they are just trouble,
So we'll bomb their strange towns, they are just not adorable.
We see our home enemies waving banners and angry,
They're a danger, not normal, and probably drink shandy.
We cheer new police power, every day, every hour,
They protect us from truth, because truth is so sour.
See that dead guy over there?
The banner guy, you know, the one with weird hair.
Let's laugh about him now, he was evil anyway,
Then we strap on our yokes for work, don't you?
Elite bosses are watching every day, every single day.