The Angel Within

The whole world is an immense TV´s mind disorder. Everybody is trapped in the revelry of TV´s stupidity, not in the solution of his own, despite the fact that we could be wide awake if switched off to the governmental boring waves. All we would have to do is let them evaporate in the atmosphere, let them file away and evaporate. Now, let us have the meaningful words... ( and not the hotchpotch ) let us kiss life... ( and not the dream sold on the screen ) let us not be transported into those stinking waves anymore... let us not be idiots... ( let us be men ) let us not be into verbal chaos... ( let us regain the old mastery ) let us not be a dangerous grammatical weapon around the people... ( let us be friends ) let us fly with nouns again, let us play... let us not be the puppets of the mind... let us be the wheel... [ From a poem called Broadcasting ]