It's times like these that make me search,
That make me wonder if these broken
sidewalks
Hide the real people. Has everyone become
So dependent on the media to tell them how to dress,
Act, think that they've lost all individuality?
Can we, as a people, take the cost of living by the words
Of a television telling us what we should be?
I, for one, cannot stand the knowing look,
The passing glances from screen to screen
As they say to each other, "One more for the team."
This desecration of liberty means nothing more to the robotic
Concoctions that rule the world with an iron fist and
Ligaments of wire. Humanity has only so long
Before we are unheeded, unneeded, and obsolete.
Soon everyone will look to the ground,
counting cracks
In the sidewalk, wondering when they will be next.
I will not wander without looking to the sky--
I will scream defiance with every breath
And laugh in the solid faces of my
Prosecutors. Technology has no hold over me.
It does not dictate who I am.
I am stronger than the furious face that looks at me with greed,
I am greater than those who need a
complacent world in order
To be happy.
I live in those cracks in the sidewalks,
I laugh at the faces that fly blankly above me.
They are nothing more to me than fleeting flies
That will die within the week. They are the ruined,
They are the reason humanity will fall while
Blindly following the sparking microchip minds.
But we sit here in silence.
Our compliance degrading every ounce of self.
Who will fight the technological era that is arriving,
Keep it from taking over everything
Its hard-drive can handle?
Will it be left to those in years to come,
Or will it begin
Now?
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Submission Name: Cracks in the Sidewalks(Technaphob)
