You find it hard to think for yourself
Much easier to let others tell you what to think
You no longer read books or newspapers
Preferring to turn on the TV or the radio
You only trust one news media
Everything else must be treated with the utmost suspicion
Passively consuming the trivia
Religiously believing the unbelievable untruths
Eating the social media junk word diet
Like the addict who knowingly returns to his dirty needle
Never daring to make up your own mind
Lest your conclusions contradict the mantra of the angry mob
Long gone are the days when you listened to opposing views
You can no longer remember respecting others outside your clique
Today you feel safe being part of a gang who regard all outsiders it as mortal enemies
Your life is now simple without having to debate or defend your views
You are the willing Stockholm syndrome victim of your political hijackers
I thought about trying to save you with an intervention
Having you deprogrammed so you can see the real world again
Sending you off to a thinkers rehab clinic
But sadly its too late
You are beyond my reach
I miss the old you