Channel 12

I am, a child of an age.

Where everything I know,

 was learned not, from my parents.

 

I learned, when to laugh and cry.

How to kiss, and how to lie.

Who to love, and who to hate.

When to be real, and when to fake.

 

 I'ma child of this age,

of man-made splendour.

Displayed in every home,

with 3D, and high definition.

 

 I've seen s..x and violence.

The magic of birth, the tragedy of death.

Different cultures,

 we just love, to suppress.

What to wear, eat and drink.

Believe, speak, read and think.

 

 We see the vanity of wealth.

 Depraved indifference, brutality.

Hunger, war, famine and disease.

Senses numb, and overloaded.

 

We have seen, and done it all.

There is no more, awe.

No more wonder.

We have stopped to care.

Now all we do is stare,

at that, flat screen, TV.

Author's Note

Everything is on the TV, Everything. Do we still think and care or are we slaves to what is popular on the news.

Reviews

[kaywrites]

This has that icy truth staring at us point-blank. I liked this poem of yours very much.

[Patrick O'Neil]

Thanks, glad it made sense tryed to put as much in as possible,but keep it short,like a TV add.