Men and the Machine

As I sit and wait in the mist of an oncoming dystopia

I inhale the wildest molecules of unrest

Cyberpunk is no longer a thing of tales or fiction

A new dawn at will

A new era

An epoch of dark clouds

Catching anxious waives of pessimism

Twigs of realism that possess great ocean depth

Hegemony

Vile Oppressive cinder blocks of legislation Tyrannical officials

Arbitrary monarch laws that sway the masses

Alloyed metal demagogues appealing to emotion

Tin can at best. Yet, detached from all the emotions

The many infused with nano, bidding of AI

How hard can it be to rule with an iron fist

These choices were decisions of men

Lawless, unholy, godless

Rocket men for crypto currency

Now the utopia is that of the soulless conscious imposter

That hears and sees all men with one eye

Globalized

The fall of it will terraform men destitute to the middle ages