The Noose is Wireless

Their tongues twist ideas
into snares
laid bare
and we hang on every word.
With revolution at our door,
we huddle in our homes;
afraid to press
beyond our thresholds,
we subscribe to the liar’s eyes.
An invisible world,
bloated with information
that neither turns the tide,
nor fills the vacuum,
but exposes an endless cesspit
of human depravity.
We sent men to walk on the moon,
with technologies that now fit in our hands.
Now we rarely look up.
This is not a time of virtuous minds,
nor brave and intrepid men.
The plot lost long ago,
probably corrupted in a download.

HG – 2015

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