Headliners 

 Desensitized society 

Flash visions of violence burn into our memories 

This is the status quo 

Molding virgin consciousness into the next "Jack the Ripper" 

Showers of lead shooting stars 

Metallic shine breaks the night 

Swift, thoughtless motion, spilling forth red ribbon-like 

tapestries unwinding from a steep overhang 

What's that sound? 

A crow? 

I recognize the sound as it soon fades off, past my egoless 

frontal lobe 

The do gooders, who are as judgmental, as they are stupid 

They say monster 

They say broken soul 

The irony is, they're who built the media headliners 

Since age one; doomed from the start 

No sympathy for the heinous acts 

Funny, they wrote the screenplay 

The do gooders; sell violence and preach abstinence

 Never a thought of consequence; or be it all in vain? 

The snakes retreat to hide from their gently indoctrinated

 puppets 

Their cowardess to be held accountable echoes through their

 creations 

Like father, like son