In streets alive with masked faces,
Each soul trapped in their private places,
Eyes fixed on screens, oblivious to the stage,
Where Architects weave their subtle cage.
With media threads, they shape the mind,
And devices whisper what we're designed,
To think and see, a controlled parade,
Their influence hidden, yet pervasive shade.
In classrooms, lessons are carefully laid,
To mold the thoughts that we've yet to trade,
Their unseen hands direct the play,
As we dance to their orchestrated sway.
But I see through the veil, a glimpse of truth,
A world of illusions, born of their youth,
A complex web of control and design,
The Architects' grand scheme, so divine.
Yet, in this maze, a spark remains,
A chance to wake, to break the chains,
To see the world with open eyes,
And shatter the illusions that compromise.
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Author:
Ezekiel Olayemi (
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We live in a world of mind control with advertising, news, politics and even friends and relatives telling us what we should think. A most lovely write
Thank you sir!
As good a picture of modern society, its pressures and controls as I've seen in a very long while. A disciplined rhymer as well.
Thanks sir
Forget the sir, will yer. I ain't no nobility!🙃😂
PS 'Dave' will do nicely.
Nicely written write of the modern world we live in particularly our youth and the pressures and battles for control of our minds on a daily basis, enjoyed the read
Thanks!!!
You are very welcome
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