Blinders

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Blinders, blinders, we don’t have a problem

Believing all their lies and covering our eyes.

It’s such a tragedy, living in this this fad we need, can’t escape it.

Candy in our eyes, so now we don’t care who cries.

She says, “Don’t you want to be like me?

Don’t you want to feel the spotlight’s heat?”

Just try it, just try it

We’re all living this same way

Obsessed with fame and intellectual decay.

Don’t buy it, don’t buy it.

 

The new youth, the old, they all wear blinders

We’re fixated on our wealth, ignor’nt of our health

And the media is God, we pray with our violence

We’ve covered up our eyes, no more minding

It’s blinding, it’s blinding.

 

Blinders, liars, hiding all our problems

Only seventeen, and she’s media queen

We’re finding we don’t need our own shining, just the screen

Reality TV,

Ignorance’s seed.

 

They say, “you can’t live without us

You can’t survive without getting crushed.”

Don’t try it, don’t try it.

They say, “let us lead the way

Live the way you want, as long as you can pay.”

You’ll like it, you’ll like it.

 

The stars, tattooed scars, they give us blinders

Pop black sugar symphonies, so sickly sweet

Mouths like tulips, they dance like galaxies

Forcing camera tears, pretending they can’t hear

Fire crackling, fire crackling.

 

Now there’s no more hope, nothing left to know

The magazines ate our feelings, told us where to go

Scared to death of promised changes

Married just for shots, looks, the camera’s little favorites

Kill the writers now, kill the thinkers now

Pretend you can’t hear, pretend you don’t care

Just let them win again.

 

And we all wear blinders.

Author's Note

Free verse poem

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the complete poem.
"The new youth, the old, they all wear blinders
We’re fixated on our wealth, ignor’nt of our health
And the media is God, we pray with our violence
We’ve covered up our eyes, no more minding
It’s blinding, it’s blinding."
I agree with your words and logic. I told my kids to travel, test life and have fun before joining the mules working for 50 years. We are led by greedy leaders and a controlled media. I like the old wisdom. You can't touch it or taste it. It is not real. Thank you for sharing your powerful words. A outstanding poem. My kind of poetry.
Coyote

[Bhumika Devkota]

I completely agree. You should be yourself and no one else and don't go for someone because they are rich or good looking.