Humanitys Decay
Unhinged drones hover above an unpredictable flock of antisocial innocents
Anticipating
Yet to be conceived criminal activity through an artificial intelligent algorithm.Â
Wasp like sounds echo throughout the darkened streets as human feet waltz the thin blue line of a data mine and robotic eyes unable to cry, pass judgement by way of pattern analysis.Â
Are We to be sentenced for our misplaced thoughts? The little things we mutter in a state of obtuse anger.Â
I hear the human screams, muffled behind silver sheets of aluminum foil, fading into sadness and mortality.Â
This madness portrayed as normality, to offend is a thing of the past, but at what price I ask?
Woke comedy clubs, non alcoholic bars, a diverse gender utopian squeezing our smile with a fascist flag.Â
Is this the beginning of the end, a future of lost liberal minds dominating our every moment, our breath to be grasped by the uncoordinated semi- conscious cry of their acceptance.
What else is there to say in the company of humanitys DECAY?
Like 4 Pin it 2
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
You have said it all, Nine Eleven.
Fantastic piece of poetry. BÂ
I just think freedom is too precious to lose and it’s fading away with frightening speed.Â
Your right there B, as we take part in the economic masterplan, we wear the shackles, some made of lead, others made of gold.Â
They freak me out, it happened whilst I was swimming in the sea this year, I thought I was being attacked by a giant bee, made me incredibly nervous if I'm honest. Your title is perfect, I guess I've seen them used for fun things like wedding pictures but over all I couldn't agree more with the message in this peice of poetry. 🌹
Thank you Shirley, we humans can always come up with a more nefarious method for the use of technology, we are really good at that. Thanks for commenting.Â
Wow... so deep and absolutely true. I absolutely agree with everything you say... the world scares me these days. Great write my friend x
Thank you Marion, this poem just fell out of my brain through the tips of my fingers, I honestly don't know I'm writing half the time, my friend says my poetry is not written by me, rather an alternative version of me. It's odd but makes sense in a way, I suppose we all have a version of us that we present to the world and another version that we share with like minded people, thanks for reading and commenting, friend. X
Love, love, love this! I agree with what you are saying here. One of the problems is that so many people do not know how to use their own minds. Lines are getting blurred and crossed. Oh, I could go on for ages. Excellent work Nine Eleven đź‘Ź Pinned to read again x
Thank you once again Christine, you get me, very few do. X
Say it like it truly is .. I am write behind you Nine Eleven & all the way .. its a different world entirely we live in today .. and I never signed up for this .. NevilleÂ
When we sit in silence, the confused will scream wolf.Â