You sip your coffee
In front of the TV,
The only light of the room.
You’re holed up there,
Safely in a modern womb.
So satisfied as a sponge,
Taking in lies and political grunge.
Feels good to not question
And to call that freedom,
To think of it as progression.
No need to read a book,
When you only want a brief look
Of truth, both beautiful and dire.
Your heart’s colder than the coffee.
It won’t come alive with a little fire.
You sip your coffee
In front of the TV,
The only light of the room,
The one who will speak to you
From modern womb to tomb.
“Freedom is for honest people. No man who is not himself honest can be free–he is his own trap.” –(Quite ironically…) L. Ron Hubbard