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