What do I see at the turn of the century?   A nation transfixed by “reality TV”   Place the players in positions of enemy   Whatever happened to empathy?   Survival of the fittest, like Lord of the Flies    Gone are values like compromise   We teach our children what’s on the screen   Embedded in their heads, they remember what they’ve seen   Now I’m not advocating censorship   Just put some thought behind it when you let the ink drip      These days are strange and new   But change will get us through   The tunnel of life is a journey through the dark   To find the way, follow your heart      If he can’t speak, he doesn’t speak for us   Strong defeat the weak when he loses all our trust   You will find a situation of disgust   The man who speaks represents us   When times change, we forget how he came   Systems deranged, rely on fame   When history sets the record straight   How I just hope it won’t be too late   Now I’m not calling for an overthrow   But just imagine what we don’t know      Copyright 2001 Beau Phillips