Dystopia Utopia

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 04, 2021 

Dystopia utopia.
Which will
it be?
Stakes 
are high.
Humanity
on the
brink.
World
spinning 
faster.
Faster
every day.
Wound 
tighter.
Every day,
wound tighter.
Tentacles 
of technology 
wrapped 
around the
soul.
Head bent 
to the new
god hand
made.
Worshiping
at the alter
of silicon.
Mind altering 
control.
Weaving 
through 
humanities 
mind folds.
Tech worm
burrowing 
deep.
Forcing 
the issue.
Eyes 
wide open.
Humanity 
on the
brink.

 

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