Mediaman Poem by Aven Black

It ain’t over yet my son
This war has just begun
Won’t you turn on the light so I can read
The latest on these eastern sinful deeds

The newspaper
Brings me joy
The television
Brings me hope
In the media today
You won’t find no priest or pope
There’s only God who’s in the tv
He feeds the hungry and the needy
He sees the look on your face
Why can’t you just believe him?

Coz it’s alright
Until someone gets hurt
And it’s alright
Until they find all the dirt
You’re in the public eye
Earning a salary
That makes the Working class try
Harder
And
Harder
And
Harder
To be like you

To smile like you
And have an
Individual style like you
Aren’t you just lucky
To be in the public eye
Letting women cry
And making husbands try
To be just like you