MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Oil’

one thing is clear
year after year
media thriving on fear

people living in the sticks
falling for magic tricks
terror sells the flicks

life a fragile dream
whatever the regime
war measure extreme

glued onto the screen
without a machine
our brain washed clean

after a stint in drama
call upon our mama
to take off our pajama

now totally nude
let’s not be prude
no oil we are screwed


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