Rising each day,
With hollow eyes...
Mechanical hearts,
And souls so dry.
A swipe of badge,
And the screen,
Be obeyed.
Constantly being
Watched...
Every action,
Is a mere click.
Trading our dreams,
For fat profits
For corporations.
Buy, buy
& repeat.
Hoarding our souls,
With empty promises.
No hunger for art,
Nor for truth.
Thus we stand,
Today as zombies...
Living Dead
Yet half alive.
In front of
This monster
Of consumption
And greed.
Fusion
Astannen sui aur,
gwaew hin l铆n, 煤-gl卯n.
Celeg-hon n铆n,
ar f锚dh n铆n narn.
Chebin i-mabed,
ar i-p芒n,
na curu.
Laur na ereb,
煤-chebin an铆ron.
P芒n l铆n,
na g没r dadwen.
Gurth an naid,
an gwan没n beweg.
An铆ron adan
ar f卯r n铆n,
na b芒r l铆n.
Ul没 e-gwedith,
neledhi bain,
athaered o galad,
moeg n铆n gwanar.
End
Subject: Poetic reflections on capitalism and it's tendency to drain human essence and turn it into soulless beings much like the living dead.
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