Satellite By Devany Solanki

You screamed the captain died
You cheery messenger
Of a depression-drugged paper
What else must you preach about this life
That heroes decline
That a kitten survived
That we are all so slowly losing our minds
To blame the media that you smile so sweetly for
And the good soul I took my captain for
You shake images into fuzz boxes
I made my TV turn static
Because you wreak havoc
On every channel that gets signal
From a satellite that floats dismal
Wanting so much more out of life
And so do I.

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