At The Mercy Of The Media

He's around every corner,
And in the alleys of the street,
Looking through shop windows,
His untruthful face you will meet,
He's on the screen of every Mac,
And on the page of every magazine,
He's on your phone right now,
Be you elderly or teen.

You are at his mercy now,
In fact, all of us are,
Escape, he will never allow,
We are in the hands of a killer,
Who cares nothing of our lives,
He owns them now, we belong to him,
We are collected in his evil hive.

He poisons our minds with his foul words,
He morphs our bodies into twisted caricatures,
And all we can do is watch.

He picks on our children,
And he steals their innocence, so sweet,
Whenever they look in his direction,
For as much as we try to stop him, so feeble,
We will never win over the Media.