"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Conditioned there to stare
Conditioned to the light
Conditioned not to care
Conditioned not to fight
Conditioned where to hide
Conditioned to take flight
Conditioned to play dead
Conditioned in their site
Conditioned so it seams
Conditioned in your mind
Conditioned to extremes
Conditioned till you’re blind
Conditioned by folklore
Conditioned into ease
Conditioned into war
Conditioned rest in peace
Super-sized our fiction,
Hyper our reality,
Shaping our addiction,
Rectangular neutrality,
Slick with little friction
Gathered our mentality,
Narrowing our vision
Crafting singularity,
Clumsy with precision,
Welcoming banality,
Blending contradictions,
Flexible moralities,
Adulterous affliction,
Craving triviality,
Owned our benediction,
Implicit our fatality.
Conditioned there to stare
Conditioned to the light
Conditioned not to care
Conditioned not to fight
Conditioned where to hide
Conditioned to take flight
Conditioned to play dead
Conditioned in their site
Conditioned so it seams
Conditioned in your mind
Conditioned to extremes
Conditioned till you’re blind
Conditioned by folklore
Conditioned into ease
Conditioned into war
Conditioned rest in peace
CBS would never lie,
Facts there never absentee.
Viacom might try and try,
But could not warp reality.
Disney grows but not its nose,
As News Corp would relay,
That Comcast and Time Warner
Have fudged their time delay.
Levered with finesse,
The owner pries the door,
A family business,
A terrorism store,
A supermarket sweep,
To press the truth away,
To agitate the sheep,
To never turn away,
From intermittent truth,
From stories full of holes,
Complicit, strung out sleuths,
With their remote controls,
Select their moving light,
From cameras on the dole,
Into themselves take flight,
The truth their only toll.
Embedded every word
Within the vision blur,
Hypnotized the herd,
Faith in nothing sure,
Caught up in emotion,
Arrested their attention,
Rocking in devotion,
Drowsy their detention.
Coded for years was their mission,
Images, moments of silence,
Sprinkled within their transmission,
Target and time of their violence.
My TV lessoned me
Regarding liberty
Of this I sing.
Uniformed snipers hide,
Cameras on collars ride,
Must pledge my schizophrenic pride
To Peter King.
My TV’s spreading fear.
Isis indeed is near.
Where can I go?
Irregular alert,
Nuclear that would hurt.
Trucks sanitation filled with dirt
We’ll overflow.
Lone wolves now hide and seek,
Too smart for our critique.
Our trust they steal.
Paranoid best we be,
At home with our TV,
Believing every lie for free,
Reality unreal.
Anomaly and homily,
Media symposiums,
Distant grief, quick relief,
Holy pandemoniums,
Flags and drills, sleeping pills,
Camouflaged opprobrium,
One world planned, history banned,
Freedom in memoriam.
We’re duped by dupes without a fight,
And dupes now dupe their own delight.
With doubled dupes we all rewrite
Deception as our only right.
Cucumber Lodge 