Pry Net

When we built the machine
out of rubber bands
and impractical dreams
so pleased were we 
with our implausible creation
we donated it
to the central government

Who of course
insisted we be paid
a nominal fee
for advancing the cause
of modern humanity

At the great unveiling ceremony
the Minister of Conformity
gave a stirring invocation 

A new age
of peace was declared

The public would benefit
from security derived
courtesy of 
our cloud extracting device

Your life information
personal and formerly private
would now be shared
with the Ministry
of Homeland Homogeny 

Little did we realize at the time
amidst the patriotic pageantry
that the seeds of our nightmare
planted in this swamp of panic
would forever 
change the landscape

Today the light of freedom
we long took for granted
grows dimmer by the day

Database prisoners are we
until we take back
our individual identities
and find the courage
to unplug the machine
we created