Far and away in the leap of years,
A world of boon or a kingdom of fears !
'T'echnology, simulated-reality , braindeaths, AI,
Void of 'H'umanism, a head for an eye !
Preference to nation, ignorance to natives,
Envisaging transhumanism, transducing sedatives,
Madness advances, values are lost,
Just like sunshine in the stretch of frost !
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Up and down the cobalt walls some run
Looking for Rita Hayworth
Chanting reverberates from guard and prisoner alike
As each settles into their pillory, to watch
Shadows held aloft, electrified by the current behind them
Cakewalking for a puppeteer with looped strings
A man from outside stoops down
To rescue the prisoners from their cobalt dungeon
Those still skittering, refusing to be pilloried
Drag the man into the grime
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sheltered by technology
escaping into their phones
no words just text tones
forgetting how to communicate
zombified by media
bombarding our heads
with dread of the outside world
face to face more like face to face time
smiling through a screen
no emotion expressed
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Vibrations resonate down my spine,
Transmitted through invisible lines.
Multicoloured, unseen waves,
Eat slowly through my waking days.
Look out—see the birds, the flowers,
Feel the rhythm of passing hours.
The yellow sand, the endless sky,
A kind hello, a thank you, goodbye.
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ee
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Vibrations resonate down my spine,
Transmitted through invisible lines.
Multicoloured, unseen waves,
Eat slowly through my waking days.
Look out—see the birds, the flowers,
Feel the rhythm of passing hours.
The yellow sand, the endless sky,
A kind hello, a thank you, goodbye.
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Words die when there is nobody to speak them,
Lips no longer mouth the syllables of free thought,
speech,
human emotion.
How far will censorship go?
Take away our words,
stories,
histories.
Generations are blind to the real connection,
craving sustenance,
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In a futuristic city you don't hail a taxi
Simply dial for an autonomous car
Still identified with yellow chassis
Manufactured by Jaguar
Self driving auto prowls the street like a cat
Looking to snatch a passenger
You can pay with an app for that
Just beware there's no driver
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The sky drips with oil
The birds chirp tar-like sound
The horizon swallowed the flame of the sun
As a delicacy brewed by the stars
Glass blown bulbs are fine.
The hands are eight fingered
Drywall scurried for bug-licking wires
On a web of cyan copper
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