Old television statics

I know before the box got vision
Arena had their own attraction

In my case, we had the village square
Years ago way before I inhaled air.

But I remember, when I was young
Although it isn’t rock age so long

Well, not every home had TV set
The black and white picture was the best,

Each time the signal thus disappears
The white and black random dots appear

Hurting an anticipated lens
Its sounds amplified the night silence

I can not forget in a hurry
It was like snow and garri falling.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu