A.I. is on the rise
.
Blockbuster propaganda franchises push patriotism to
complacent consumers despite the haggard state of
democracy. Demons are in the pentagon, pretending to be Christians
Erasmus would be dismayed. Everyone is at odds
Foreigners, colonists, indiginous, slaves, tyrants, scientists, zionists, priests
.
Gee. What will we do?
.
How long does it take for a nation to spiral
into radical ideologies that warp sympathetic eyes into
jeers of derision, juries not of peers but protagonists, and
kangaroo courts that crack their gavels over paradoxes
.
Legislators don’t understand—the billionaires are leaving earth
Miasmas swirl above the urban sprawl
Neon signs and bilboards lure upstarts apart from each
other, tricking them into in squalor
.
People betray themselves
.
Quantum physicists
reveal truths we unwrap our minds around
Sometimes I wonder if I could’ve
taken another route—been someone else—but choices can't be
undone so don't waste thought on dreams and
vendettas. Dead ass.
.
Write the story of your life with your will. Don't be a
xerox copy, a nondescript soul absorbed by scrolling.
You're blocked. Open your mind, find your
zen in the moment. It’s time.
About the Creator
Justin
Storyteller, artist, musician, designer.
Comments (1)
what an unexpected message in such a stoic cadence of your poem. thank you for this read