Poem: The Ghost of Music

Don't get me wrong, I do like lots of music that is currently made but this poem is just about the anger I feel about some of the other stuff that is also being made after I stumbled across a particular song/artist on TV *which shall remain nameless* and I just couldn't believe what I was watching and made me question what happened...

What happened?

What happened to the times when music made you think.
When lyrics questioned what was known.
When hip-hop was underground
and the pop wasn't in sync
with what made money
but instead spoke of what it meant
to be human.

You see,
it seems the more I listen to radio,
the less human I hear.
The voices that are thrusted at me,
don't seem to be clear.
I hear machines and automated voices,
telling me about their silly choices.
Making money from nonsense,
because they please the consensus.

There was a time:
when blues made you move,
Soul made you feel,
Pop made you smile,
Hip-hop made you hope.

Music helped you live. 

Now, music is a ghost
a ghost that floats into our minds
changing our expectations
and controlling what what we demand.
A spirit that can no longer heal us
so instead makes us stop feeling.
A ghost of what music once was
and a wash of what music now is.