When does it all begin?
The game cartridges for children
That enter their growing minds
Like a form of cancer
With death, destruction and -
The winner being the most savage.
All the airwaves with television
Fill their minds with a desensitization
Of anger, hate and violence
(Wow, this is so real)
Is this normal?
Or a normal day in their life?
In my life the years of growing
Was filled with books and of friendships
Both of which I still have
No wads of money
Slowly poisoning my mind
But important things
That grew with me.
Yes, we grew up with imagination
Not with big brother
poisoning our minds.
And knowing the consequences.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem