Maintenance, is a beautiful thing,
Overseers laugh at everything and
Nothing, the buttons and knobs turn,
Interfering, pumping out data; at the level of a
Tempest, whirling the sheep into control, an
Orwellian wet dream, that has become a
Reality, where our safety, is for sale.
- Author: AuburnScribbler ( Offline)
- Published: June 5th, 2023 08:14
- Comment from author about the poem: We are being watched, and our safety is in danger, and George Orwell was so right with his prediction. Humanity (or a putrid elite few), think themselves gods, and via monitoring, they assume the roles of masters, stirring up the same division and dissatisfaction. However, the desperate "street urchins" also cast glances at mobiles, in order to put on a face that isn't theirs, to steal the identity of someone who's more well off. The fact of the matter is, is that the potent inherent greed of our species, has created such a toxic situation, of which, cements more despair in the improvement and betterment of our kind. Accompanying this acrostic poem, is a still from the film adaption of George Orwell's "1984", from https://johnhodgson.org/2021/05/17/trump-republicans-are-recreating-george-orwells-1984/, and the banner picture, both of which states that the concept of freedom has become blurred, and that in our everyday lives we are somewhat behind bars in our activities. I hope that you enjoy and take something from this poem, look both ways, and over your shoulder before crossing the road, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I recall the days when AI was only something to do with cows! Doh!
Thanks for the read orchidee, and yeah it does me too, and with such a comment I'm guessing you lived/do live, close to the countryside.
Also your comment does imply "AI cows", where I bet, both the milk and the meat will be hard to swallow due to them having a metallic taste, hahaha!
I hope that all is well.
True words Ben but if we think outside the box we can move on in our own lives.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and I hope that the proverbial box you've mentioned, has big enough slits in it, so we can truly reset, to make a better day.
I hope that all is well.
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