and the broadcaster said,
'Let there be Prime Time'
came with words and pictures,
saying 'Lend me your ears'
and eyes too, flooded the lands
there wasn't an Ark, not even a Noah
chaos reigned for more than 40 years
opinions and interpretations rained
down upon us, with great floods of
broadcasting, flashes, thundering, forecasting
now the world we know, we are told
will not go out with a bang nor a whimper
not even a sigh of our own
when we give up the ghost
it will go out in a storm of
fanfare of a Hollywood production
broadasted on a million channels
at prime time,
our hours are numbered
and so are yours,
if you don't believe me
look at the clocks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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