The gaze lingers,
While fog stings the eyes.
The eye cannot be closed anymore.
It has long been blind,
blind to the bitter reality.
The media produces,
What it calls stories.
What the media really is...
Is blind.
the dark and stark evil that plagues,
biting, destroying and devouring its prey.
The naked reality brings tears,
The tears of resentment.
The government made by the people,
Is for the people,
Did that mean the people were corrupt?
Did that mean people wanted to be lied to?
Feelings bottled up to the brink of sanity.
All that remains now is just broken pieces,
the heart in tatters,
the soul is shattered.
Author notes
Inspired by your poem "Man mind makes witty wisdom". Its not as great as yours 
but I tired to make it from a different view point. I hope you like it.
A contest entry
- How About You Do Better .... (maybe not such a quickie...) by righteousme.
1050 points, ended September 8, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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interesting take on what i wrote ... thank you so much for your time and talent in this contest ...
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I hear you
Like with most nations that has fallen over time they gain so much ground the leaders that they feel like kings and cares not of the ones who keeps the wheels turning the workers like sklaves only today they have the nerve to call it freedom yet we stay so brike from week to week our homes are our cells .
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