Pop Idols

Devoted muso here, allow me to rail against pop music.

In praying to a songbird dipped in gold-

However beautiful her voice may be-

We are indebted before growing old,

Blindfolded prematurely ere we see.

She holds a talisman of mystic truth-

Her lips declare it from her amber glow-

A state for which there's neither rhyme nor proof,

Just those who do and those who do not know.

But she's a foolish thing so loud and trite,

I've seen her ilk wherever there are sheep,

Her hymns are lullabies for dreamless nights,

Her diction's made from talking in her sleep.

She knows not what she says, it's collaged in

Once mangled though a paper-making pulp

With all the other clichés in the din

To seal with a phrase her kindred cult-

  The word is mistranslated, over-trod;

  For God is love no longer, Love is god.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

It appears the songbird with the beautiful voice does not live up to expectation in other areas. Nicely conveyed. I'm not one for worshipping pop stars, though I do like the music some of them produce.

Chris