SPIES
Watchful eyes, microphones, phones,
codes, mysteries, to scrutinize you.
In a deaf and blind world,
where they know everything about you.
In the deserted streets,
crowded sidewalks,
contradictions,
hyper-caged.
Spies in your cell phone,
they know everything about everyone,
nobody knows they know,
a power that controls us.
Closed agendas,
secrets.
Spied upon,
in a world,
connected by waves,
guarded in your prison,
in penitentiary centers out in the open,
under the night, in the dark, by day,
supervised in the world of slavery.
Where everyone spies on everyone, and they don't know,
hidden knowledge of reality,
lethargic, remote-controlled flocks,
where nothing is what it seems.
In a world dominated,
by a few.
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ESPIAS
Ojos vigilantes, micrófonos, teléfonos,
claves, misterios, para escudriñarte.
En un mundo sordo y ciego,
donde saben todo de ti.
En las calles desiertas,
abarrotadas aceras,
contradicciones,
hiperenjaulados.
Espías en tu celular,
saben todo de todos,
nadie sabe que saben,
poder que nos controla.
Agendas cerradas,
secretos.
Espiados,
en un mundo,
conectados por ondas,
custodiados en tu cárcel,
en centros penitenciarios, al aire,
bajo la noche, en la oscuridad, de día,
supervisados en el mundo de la esclavitud.
Donde todos espían a todos, y no saben,
conocimientos ocultos de la realidad,
rebaños teledirigidos aletargados,
donde nada es lo que parece.
En un mundo dominado,
por unos pocos.
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Author:
Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS (
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Comments4
Call it paranoia, conspiracy theory, but truth it is all phone calls are recorded, saved and stored. All are monitored by computer for red flag words which get a live monitor. It is not only those calls that advise you that they are being recorded that are. We have been watched for many years already. Now they speak of data centers for much more data and its storage. A good write my friend
Thank you so much for commenting!
Data centers store everything; they know more about us than we know about ourselves
You are most welcome Carlos under the guise of marketing and big money they spy on us in every area. Privacy a word of the past.
they're everywhere -even inside me -but is that really me ?
That’s the scariest part, Lorenz—when we start questioning if our own thoughts are still ours or just what we've been fed.
Thanks for diving deep into the poem!
data is everything in this modern world
Exactly, Norman. We’ve become numbers and algorithms in their system. Sadly, data is the new gold.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
always welcome my friend
Wow, Carlos! This is one heck of a poem. You expose a world where privacy has been surrendered so gradually that people barely recognize their confinement...watched, categorized, and manipulated while still believing themselves free. A disturbing and increasingly relevant truth, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You hit the nail on the head, Tristan. The worst part is how easily we accepted this invisible cage just for convenience.
I really appreciate your brilliant insight, my friend!
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