Blue Box Syndrome

Unable to enjoy the sun without protection

Breathe the air and gag when out for walks

Don't drink the water lest its filtered for infection

Everything is fine though I use the little blue box

There's a hole in the sky, sun is poison to the skin

The rain is contaminated and killing all the trees

Soon there'll be no place for us to live in

Blue box or not we'll all be on or knees

Want to get high buy it across the counter and rejoice

Government taking over gambling from the mob

Spend my money the way they want I've got no choice

Its OK as long as my blue box does the job

Children learn from their parents how to survive

We show them what we know about life

What we were taught they need not revive

Just use the blue box there'll be no strife

Mankind forgotten what's important what is good

Greedy and self absorbed, always in a daze

Never accept any help when they should

They are part of the blue box craze

About what really occurs we are kept unaware

No trouble for those who hold power

Who commit many atrocities while we just stand and stare

Hiding behind their blue box humanity learns to cower

How long will it be before people see

That mad men we hold high, are using us all

Subtle manipulation so we can never be free

While the blue box image, holds us in thrall

Douglas A. Walker

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