EPITAPH

We have entered

the new millennium of slavery.

digital hostages

that are run

by mega-corporations

who have scanned your number

and it might as well be imprinted

on your wrist.

Not nice to think of the holocaust

but here

the victims are innocent consumers.

Narrated and forged by money

your life

is watched in every way possible

just so

the surveying signs say ‘buy’.

No morality

no real skeleton to put the flesh on

and

the elusive nature of its fortress

is known

to all that venture outside their heads.

Face to face must be restored

or this civilization

will earn a communications crises

that will envelop

into a psychopathic meltdown.

If the opposition thinks this is crazy

let the Rats decide

or investigate

the major study of human interactions

on the befits of their appliances. 

It would

take work to create friendships

and work to end them.

Psychopathic means

we build a false identity of friendship

which at the click of mouse

the subject is  ‘gone forever’.

I use the word ‘subject’

pronoun

to a divisive power or royal blending

that takes

a beheading as a casual Wife.

Shall we all serve the King

and be a conduit to our ‘Jones’ with science?

My eyes are unveiled, are yours?

I will not be here

to see this devastation of our species

become franchised

by a third world mentality

consistently controlled

by our overreaching enterprises

who now police

and gather information.

READ this poem well .. ..

It is the epitaph assigned to your death …