Mickey Mouse is revered like Jesus Christ.
He now rules over many hearts and minds;
Locked into the American psyche,
Like Pepsi, Coca- Cola and Nike.
He is ubiquitous; everyone's friend:
From kings and presidents to young children.
Like capitalism he never ends.
He simply continues spreading golden
Rays of sunshine wherever he does go.
Certainly, this fake mouse is beguiling:
Quintessentially carefree; undying
With eyes open wide; forever smiling
His great grin remains when no- one's watching.
Recently, he turned ninety, and still seems
Bright and young. His true age never shows,
As he keeps bestowing a billion dreams.
But his promises, like dreams, are empty.
One has to be asleep to believe them!
This cartoon mouse offers no worthwhile creed;
No consciousness raising; no real freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dominic The House of Mouse is still using child labour in many third world countries to produce their vastly overpriced goods. Goods that uneducated adults will buy for their kin. Disney should be ashamed of themselves to make a fast buck from small children's sweat-shop misery. Lets see them make a movie of that. Well written and pulls no punches and five deserved stars. Take care and thank you.