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Pavlov's Dogs

 

You, me, we…

The powers that be manipulate,

we salivate,

yesterday, tomorrow,

every day,

fashionable agendas set,

targets met,

they screw us for all we’ve got

(and then some more!).

Lies, promises, delusions,

bogus stimuli,

whatever it takes

to violate

and desecrate

your

soul.

Unable to help ourselves,

we lose control,

our minds are putty.

… Suggestible,

digestible,

defenceless.

… They rape us at will.

Pavlov’s dogs.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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So, you switch on the TV

and watch the news, in French.

You understand some French,

the rest you give the benefit of the doubt,

the moving pictures help,

and you enjoy the in-depth, interesting,

intelligent coverage.

The TV channel changes.

Beyond your control…

More news, different language,

big let down.

Alas, English, you fully understand,

and you are depressed by the banality

of the reportage,

the idiocy of the story.

Perspective,

defective.

Governmental, societal stooges

wanna drag you into the shit.

Will you let them get away with it?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat