Toy Ships

Enlightenment dies in the minds of the masses.
They're blind from watching television, it harasses.
The sanity away from their souls it slips.
Like flotsam on a full running stream with small toy ships.
That bob in time with false music discordant.
Tongues tracing the mimic pantomime insurgent.
I watch in horror dismay upon tragic.
As loved ones fall victim to sea of false dreams pandemic.