Luyện nghe bài hát A Sutble Induction

The psychological impact of a film we all love,
It's negative imagery preys upon our young,
*How we be so blind?*
Now we step incide a different view,
And uncover the horror that we're injecting
*All our minds.*
Born into a monarchy,
A of inherited luxury.
This newborn Prince his silver spoon,
His unfolds and will change soon.
His father, the King, is not around,
deigning to walk on his own son's ground.
A tragic young spent in a broken home,
forward to years of life alone.

Leading the of hell,
His story, you it well.
In he'd finally be free,
Could this be it seems to be?
As this Prince enters his few years,
A menagerie known as his appears,
one and all.*
One, who lives to turbulence,
Another, who straddles an fence,
*And not sure where he'll fall.*
Minute is his contact the outside world,
Unhardened to the likely it holds.
Until one day, his mother, the Queen,
thrust into a ghastly scene.
Like animals, with they're pursued,
By men butcherous attitudes.
His mother, the of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
a bullet, she loses the deathrace.

Then his is forced into
A position and looks doomed.
Assaulted and raped by more one
Members of a gang are on the hunt.
Add to this the
Of the fire that rages rest,
his neighborhood,
Torching his land his home once stood.
Brutal cinematic display, upon our children's it preys.
A subtle induction into horror, implications we can't ignore.
Malevolence hidden doe-eyes, how many see through its disguise?
itself into the minds it haunts,
Is this what we want?