Iron Chair

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In chairs of iron, masses sit,
Sheep of screens, minds adrift.
Television's glow, a siren's call,
Minds ensnared, thoughts enthrall.

Sheep in rows, eyes aglow,
Messages seep, minds bestow.
Thoughts are penned, thoughts are slain,
In the flicker's dance, they wane.

Iron chairs, a captive's hold,
As stories unfold, truth and lies told.
Sheep or minds, caught in the snare,
Television's world, a silent affair.

Awake, arise, break the chain,
From iron grasp, free your brain.
Shepherd your thoughts, let them soar,
Beyond the screens, forevermore.