Television - Poem by Ilania Cyaalá
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.
Empty hours spent in vain
Of humanity that might invent,
Create and sing.
Lost in time and lost in space,
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