Today's OneWord: Televised

Televised
by Belinda Roddie

I televised the revolution. I manipulated the airwaves so y'all could see it. I made sure the colors were bright and all the noise was in stereo. I forced you to hear the screams of dissent. I pushed you out of your comfort zone with all the grace and sincerity of a punching fist. I made you see the reality of our late stage capitalist society. Bring in that fucking ozone, Cheryl. It smells of tear gas and blood and fury.

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