The Media Executive: Broken Hearts and Plastic Lies

A thousand words
Ripping through the void of cyberspace
Colors caught in cobwebs
Fretting to escape
A predator that knows its prey
And so into the hearts of millions everyday
It sows itself and lays its seeds into their brains
It tunes into their lives and takes control
A story sold on front page magazines
The sex, the love, the high
The aftertaste of bittersweet desires

I owned this world where I create
A place where every man can live and dream
Until I met your radiant face
A color too bright for my cobweb space
To hold and keep under a strong embrace
With you the truth is bare under the sun
I need no data to know that you are fun
No plan to change the way you look
Or team to make sure that you run

Despite all this
Somehow you’re not for sale
Here behind my fancy desk
And underneath my trendy clothes
An empty heart
A sense of everlasting guilt
That I could never seem to place my lies
A broken heart is hard to advertise

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Character: 74/100

The Soldier: Pimping Wars and Media Whores

Splinters of ash
Washed upon my shores
I play with castles
My fingers bleed
Up until it rains
A little child, he smiles
Just for a while
The sound of rockets
A nation bleeding from its ears
The whole world’s perched
Atop this distant hill
Six billion eyes all on one hill
Six billion tongues, six billion minds
And yet we’re so alone

We rush to make a change
To kill, to steal a life from someone else
The bullets seep into our flesh
A million rounds, a million aching wounds
They hurt so much
They leave a mark forevermore
We make the headlines
A bunch of media whores
Fucked over then forgotten by the war

Tomorrow morning the sun will never rise
Our world will seep into a deep surrender
The printing press will fabricate some lies,
We’ve won the war they say,
And yet this hill has lost so many lives
A million bodies stacked from head to toe
A living sculpture of our own demise

They sent us here,
They cheered us as we fought
And now they’ve turned their eyes away
Some look upon a burka in disgust
But they themselves are veiled
Behind a thicker curtain
A sheath of fiber optics, media bites
A stage, a prompter, cameras and lights
Objectifying wars with gory lust
And counterfeiting peace to suit their needs
They are no different
Sending us to fight
Against the very horrors they incite!

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Character: 51/100