Gathering.
Global
gathering.
One
mind,
one
goal.
Control.
The few
versus
the many.
Always
been those
who’d take
control.
Dictate
terms.
Rule the
world.
They
come
and they
go.
History
replete
with those
who’d
dominant.
Peddling
stories
molding
minds.
They
come
and they
go.
Now,
it’s different.
It’s
global.
Reaching
all.
Technology.
Circles
the globe.
Pierces
the mind.
Power to
control
everywhere,
everything.
All at
once.
Images
pulsed
into the
mind,
soul.
Globally
crafting,
shaping.
Shaping
thoughts.
Gathering
souls.
Eyes wide
open.
Beware.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 24th, 2022 08:11
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Enjoyed your poem!
Hi MM,
thank you kindly for reading my work.
JP
Beware indeed John, we are just not informed what is going to happen to us all.
Andy
Seems like wild times ahead. We'll miss most of it. 😵
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