By bpathos

There will be no secrets
Nowhere to hide
The left and right outwitted
And little brother inside

The drones and data crawlers delve
Dreams and nightmares being ourselves
Compiled evidences mount concern
While mankind’s bridges burn

Our cyborg image never shown
Our accessories scent allured us
Hums of technology a pleasant moan
We breathed deep the aroma’s service

Bandwidth culture firmly in place
Everyman has no face
Ethnicity of avatar and clan of choice
Everyman selects a voice

The blind face themselves feeling
Something’s missing out of sight
Reaching for the cognitive ceiling
Surrendering for wrong and right

To machines constant drumming
The overfuture’s coming
Where there’s nothing left to do
And no difference from me to you

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Copyright 2012 bpathos
Published on Saturday, May 19, 2012.     Filed under: "Philosophical" and "Poetry"

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  • carlosjackal On Tuesday, December 6, 2016, carlosjackal (2609)By person wrote:

    Very clever and insightful write on the Internet and drone age where modern technology seems to be more and more robbing us of our humanity and personalities. Very nicely wrought.

  • dwells On Tuesday, May 22, 2012, dwells (4513)By person wrote:

    Heavy duty prognostications and the world spins, wobbling on its axis, but yet for a while longer. Much enjoyed the future view and I can't disagree, unless the Luddites have a resurgence, or God blinds the one-eyed monsters that enslave us all, cheers!

  • Devilish On Saturday, May 19, 2012, Devilish (2745)By person wrote:

    Sweet.... I'm lovin a refreshing read .. thank you.. and nice to meet you . Scholar

  • Undertaker On Saturday, May 19, 2012, Undertaker (33)By person wrote:

    Ahhh a poem wrote on modern day science. Love the expressions as if a computer main frame was talking itself. Add the computer voice while reading and you get a even better picture. A machine cannot compute it would seem. The cyborg cannot seem to understand. As it accesses information at your every command. A machine constantly drumming, ahhh the use of words mixed perfectly together.Your images and use of words were very good. Thankyou for the poem.

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