EthnoPOP needs to EthnoSTOP

Ethnopop you deceiver, you disguise yourself with the eloquence of your name, but provide only pain and suffering to those you meet. Your melodious sounds play an anthem that is appealing to ear, but torturous to the souls of those it murders. The conductor of your symphony slays his listeners. We run trying to escape from your maniacal grasp, but you don’t let go. You don’t free us from your heinousness. Rather you bind us in captivity, crushing our spirits, beating our minds, kicking poison into our gut. We want nothing more than the freedom from your demonic hand. With enthusiasm, you lure us. We gaily glide toward you, unaware that you conduct your symphony with a spear. We approach dumbfounded, blinded, and manipulated. We succumb to you. We bow to you. We fall at you feet in fear of what will become of us. Daily we attempt to escape your grasp, but your claws deeply tear at our souls. Your glare steals pieces of our joy. I am torn. I am broken. You shatter the aspirations of freedom you extend your time of torture from minutes to nearly two hours. Devouring the hearts of the weak, that is your portion. That is your portion.