The Sensibilities Of Censorship Poem by Denis Martindale

To some, the horror films seem cool,
They salivate and then they drool
And squirm on seats in cinemas,
At gruesome scenes that come to pass...
They dream of flashbacks when at home,
Sometimes so scared they dare not roam,
To face the world with some defence,
Depends on all their well-armed friends...

From well-heeled folks, come films in time,
Directors sharing blood and crime,
Each chilling scream the actors mime
And slime and grime they think sublime...
The body count increases fast
And those who watch just stare aghast
And Hollywood just rakes it in,
Their precious profits drenched in sin...

And all the while that this goes on,
Celebrities once feared are gone,
Perhaps you've seen the likes of these,
Who steal away your inner peace,
Replacing with a jaded soul
That simply lacks all self-control,
Such that the horror films seem cool,
While sane folks think that you're a fool...

Yet TV shows now drip with blood,
With sliced-off limbs that fall and thud,
While wolves and bats and ghosts haunt, too,
Behind the sofas close to YOU!
Thus Halloween seems normal now,
With all its evils to allow
And children who we're meant to love
Discover WE DON'T DO ENOUGH!


Denis Martindale July 2016.