Joined.
Battle’s
been
joined.
Forces
aligned.
Spinning
in the
cloud.
Percolating
in the
dark.
Power.
Control.
Future’s
at stake.
Battlefield,
folds
of the
mind.
Capture
the soul.
Ultimate
control.
Singularity
approaches,
nearly
here.
Dark
forces
at work.
All
that was
will be
no more.
Moral
dilemma.
Who’ll
win the
day?
Utopia?
Dystopia?
Which
will it
be?
Question
immemorial.
Soon.
Time
is at
hand.
-
Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 19th, 2024 15:41
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Offline)
Comments4
Love it
A good question it seems dystopia is winning. Nicely written
Time is always there John but the way the world is going will we be there to see it?
Andy
You have described our political situation in the UK sadly. However, you have penned it well John.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.