Fearless Poem by Paul Reed

At the top of the evening's viewing is billed
Something to leave you psychologically chilled
Gore and depression for our ascertainment
But what happened to entertainment?

Blurred images, rapidly-changing camera angle
Bloodshot eyes, unhappiness to disentangle
Eerie distorted noises forming the soundtrack
Intending to send shivers down your back

The short and swift camera shots
Change to unduly long views of blood clots
Bludgeoned heads, innocence destroyed
Humanity of any warmth void

And cynical people, no-one with any love
Unnerving scenes shot from above
Then switching without reason to under your feet
Just to make your disorientation complete

Who decided we all needed unhinging
Leaving us in tatters and cringing
What purpose is being served
By making people distressed and unnerved?

I think the writers get off on being bleak
And bringing the same to us every week
Our happy life is fair game to condemn
And make sure we are as miserable as them.