Dystopia utopia.
Which will
it be?
Stakes
are high.
Humanity
on the
brink.
World
spinning
faster.
Faster
every day.
Wound
tighter.
Every day,
wound tighter.
Tentacles
of technology
wrapped
around the
soul.
Head bent
to the new
god hand
made.
Worshiping
at the alter
of silicon.
Mind altering
control.
Weaving
through
humanities
mind folds.
Tech worm
burrowing
deep.
Forcing
the issue.
Eyes
wide open.
Humanity
on the
brink.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 3rd, 2021 21:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 30
Comments2
Those eyes may even open wider and see the truth that is being hidden from us all.
Andy
Let’s hope Andy..
Thank you for reading.
JP
Very poignant and well penned sir.
Hi Coyote,
Thank you kindly for reading my work.
JP
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