Progress?

      Blessed is the cloud.
       Blessed is the web.
           Faith is gone.
        Humanity is dead.

Take heed you foolish masses,
the ones who surrendered
to that rectangle in your hand.
You've lost control of who you are,
your kindness and your love.
Soon there will be no thought.
Your dreams and needs will
come from the machine.
No need for belief in a higher form.
Your destiny is set on a screen.
So look and you will be told what to dream.

      Blessed is the cloud.
       Blessed is the web.
           Faith is gone.
         Humanity is dead.