Ode
Ode to Hollywood (Killing the Children)
Don't let it through your eyes my boy,
You never get it out.
Don't play their fatal games my son,
They kill you, have no doubt.
And soon your head is full with nought,
But death, made like a game.
You watch it like its fun dear one,
To aim, to kill, to maim.
Addicted to such cruelty;
Yet feeding on their lust.
And soon you'll act it out like them.
You can, you will, you must.
If killing were a game my boy,
You kids would win for sure.
Your coaches, all from Hollywood
Are counting on that lure.
And you'll be dead before you turn
To see the shot go through.
Your head, which should be filled with love,
Completely ripped in two.
For when you go to war for real
You only have one chance.
The game is over long before
You ever get to dance.
It only is a movie Dad;
It's only just a game.
If only it were so my son,
Forever, so inane.
We cannot stop them making it,
We cannot block them showing,
While money is their God be sure,
The blood will keep on flowing.
Don't let it through your eyes my boy,
You never get it out.
Don't play their fatal games my son,
They kill you, have no doubt.
Don't watch it till your ready boy,
You still have many years.
Their "truth" just cannot help you yet;
Except to grow your fears.
They say you need the truth young man,
yet show you mainly lies.
So soon you'll know not who to trust;
The fools look like the wise.
In movies that they paint and mold,
They mix up right and wrong.
Make heroes of dark evil men,
Seduce you with a song.
And while you scream at night in bed,
In dreams no child should bear.
They gloat and feel they're justified,
And say "we all have fear".
And so they keep on churning out
More violence, war and strife.
Destroying all your hope until
You lose your faith in life.
It only is a movie Dad;
It's only just a game.
If only it were so my son,
Forever, so inane.
We cannot stop them making it,
We cannot block them showing,
While wealth remains their God be sure,
The blood will keep on flowing.
Don't let it through your eyes my boy.
You never get it out.
Andipien
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Death & Delight
PoésieThis “Death and Delight” collection for The Atty’s 2012 is an extract from my other two compilations published simultaneously on Wattpad, under the titles “Decades of Death” and “Decades of Delight”. (Feel free to peruse them in the Poetry section...
