So much news, with a vengeance,
Floods the barriers of minds.
It helps to know that propaganda,
Still, stirs up broken souls.
When pen and paper fade,
And ink splashes from our very skin,
Remember what we all are, vessels.
Waiting to be filled.
Unable to stay empty.
In all the vortex of ideas and technologies,
We are in dire need of something more,
Protection for our minds.
Protection for our very essence.