Bacchanale

In an age of video wallpaper and aural anesthesia
Music has become a prostitute
No longer is it a gift from the gods;
It has become a pacifier
A tranquilizer
And a tool
A tool to protect us from loneliness
To entice us to buy
And to keep us from seeing
How bad things have become
At one time
Music was a vital experience
It was physical
Emotional
Almost religious
Today music is just
One more device
Used by the new sun
Called civilization
To control itself