A child is in a trance.
he does not blink
or breathe
or eat or drink.
The leering machine
that has trapped him
is in front of him.
It blares commands,
it glows,
'Buy XXX Soap! '
'Get your dog this! '
Until finally,
A rescuer appears.
His mom,
resplendent in apron
and dress
and wielding mop.
She lifts the mighty
control
and with a click
shuts the television off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
funny, with suspence- quite comical, i'd say. nice piece of work