TV

In the distance the TV I can hear,

And the TV picture is very clear.

Every evil sort of devise

Is on that tube for the eyes.

The language of the world

By watchers can be heard.

They show the sport of man

It's something I can't understand.

The news is on the screen,

And some places I have been.

I do not look at this sight

Because of the Monday night fights.

They even curse and swear,

And wear green hair.

I only glance on the fly,

But it's enough to make me cry.

Those women have it all,

But are destined for the fall.

The commercials show the latest thing,

But they all have long strings.

The movies tell you how to sin,

And how to lose a friend.

The TV tells of how to find health,

And lotto games to give you wealth.

The silly thing takes center stage

To those almost every single age.

It has become the idol today,

But none of them know how to pray.

The preachers on that TV screen

To a lot of folks is a dream.

They fake the message on their lips,

And the people just do flips.

Sending money to these men

So they can hear the lies again.

I sit and wonder what will be

The future of this box called TV!

Written by: Lena Kittrell ©