Invaders

Entering homes through a TV,

You only see what they want to be,

Creating a rift within society,

Dividing you from what you see,

Implanting programs Deceitfully,

Fully aware of how we are designed,

They fill your mind with lies,

Disguised as pleasure,

Their treasure is Toxic,

And you wonder why your sick,

Click through the channels,

There are panels discussing it,

Feeding you their bull while you sit,

So you will quit asking why,

Hoping soon you'll die,

Cycling back for another try,

Pried away from the others,

You're smothered in guilt,

From a problem they built,

Tilted and twisted,

You've always existed,

Resisting the urge to stand,

Under the command of technology,

Branded by those in control,

Knowing the role they assigned,

Mine was a tad bit different,

I'm an insistent little prick,

Kicking off my shoes,

Refusing to watch you loose,

So I use these words,

To redirect the herd.