Mother Culture's Lullabye - The Culling Song Poem by Joseph DeMarco

She sings to us,
Even when we hear no sound,
Especially when our eyes are closed.

She is always there subliminally,
Inherently in the background noise of everything
The city traffic and noise of the workday

She swims softly through our head in the after hours
Tempting us with Toys and Riches
Telling us what would make us Happy

She sings on the TV, on the BIG SCREEN
more, more, more
She fills our head with empty promises
of The New Golden Rule

Watch as the masses head to the mall
To worship at this shrine of materialism and greed
To pay grievances at Gap and Footlocker
To give thanks to Victoria's Secret and Macy's

She is No God
but a Blind Savior,
A False Prophet,
leading men away from enlightenment.