The cursor blinks.
Ink runs dry.
What do you say when the world is a lie.
Emoji smiley face,
a mask that we wear.
Parade sent out, but do we care.
Interconnected, disconnected.
Plugged in, plugged out.
A virtual voice, cannot scream, cannot shout.
Thumbs up, a wink.
Screen blink, turns blue.
Caged, conditioned, online Zoo.
Image, headlines.
The gallery of fake.
Led by the nose, we perform, they take.
Floats empty hearts.
We clap and cheer.
It's what we are sold, it hides the fear.
It is what we are told.
We grow old.
Not bold.
Yet the cursor still blinks.
Smiley face still winks.
Reality shrinks.
- Author: Hemingway (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 13th, 2023 12:43
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 10
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