O these constantly glittering advertisements,
Are seemingly designed, to confuse and reduce
Our consciousness. They crack, like luminous whips,
Over bruised retinas. I'm so tired of them!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Adverts meant to capture the interest of customers but too many of them these days. Well captured. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
Thanks Kingsley. I think that they are paradoxically both attractive and repulsive. They seem to induce a state of false consciousness via commodity fetishism into the minds of consumers. Yes I will definitely check out your poem.