Tv Nation Poem by Mark Curtis

The consequence of a TV nation,
We lost the art of conversation.

Sit there glued TV all rooms,
Motionless, digital tombs.

Watch a show full of slander,
Switch the channel propaganda.

Two minute break you speak, surprising,
A spin off gained from advertising.

Fixed again now in one spot,
There you’ll remain until the dot.

If life revolves around a square,
Then life is dull and life is bare.

Shut down, switch off then we might,
Reduce this need on satellite.

copyright 2009 Mark Curtis