Treasure Island

Ilania Cyaalá


Television


How sad to see lives spent
Before a box that has no life
No breath, no song to touch the soul
Just shadows on a flickering screen.

How sad to watch dead images
On this heartless tube
Without warmth, without joy
Oh useless toy that robs man’s dreams.

Television!
What madness!
Empty hours spent in vain
Failed vision
Of humanity that might invent,
Create and sing.

Sullen legions
Lost in time and lost in space,
Zombies
Dead
Before the
Television.

Submitted: Friday, November 05, 2010
Edited: Friday, November 05, 2010

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