Media by Tia Voth

T.v. is on, and media is all wrong
taking tragedies, and turning them into shows.
Did they ask if they were hurting anyone,
would they even care if they did.
Worry about money, and not about reality,
as long as they get their plastic surgery.
We live our fragile lives, trying to survive,
while they're out there smoking a cigar.
Why do people get a joy out of our misery
to watch us withering in pain.
we become a headline for their cruel and sick claims

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