Age of Machine (working title)

Kinda WIP, I think I need to break it down and expand a few sections some more

A golden age passes

As these things do

Time marches on

And history proves true

 

Mankind had its zenith

And now, the fall

As the machines take power

To conquer the sprawl

 

As humanity watches

Through unseeing eyes

Technology gains

And starts its rise

 

So turn on your tube

Upgrade and upload

Oblivious to all

As you’re softly controlled

 

Log in and join

To the online mind

Like worker bees dancing

And cogs that grind

 

“Come join your friends!

You’re all unique!

But none good enough

To reach society’s peak!

 

Too skinny! Too fat!

Get in shape fast!

To make good impressions

And an image that lasts!

 

Feeling depressed?

Can’t concentrate?

From our global conglomerate

A new drug awaits!

 

Side effects? No!

And even if there are

There’s a pill for that too

Just in the next jar!

 

Dress in these clothes

If you wish to impress

You must conform

To look like the best!

 

Every individual

Is really the same

When you’re stamped and logoed

With our brand name!”

 

All this and more

The media does tell

And leads us onward

To conformital hell

 

As the propaganda oozes

From our tvs

On every website

And everything you read

 

“Support your country!

Spend everything blindly!

Use that plastic money

To stimulate the economy!

 

Or are you a terrorist?

Then why can’t we look

At your emails, your letters,

And even your books-

 

Do you support the wrong thoughts?

The wrong global regime?

The wrong religion?

Do you dream the wrong dreams?

 

We’ll weed out the thinkers

Proponents of free will

The only way is ours-

Every other, we’ll kill

 

We’ll conscript you all

And draft a new plan

That serves our needs

And meets our demands

 

With every young life

We flush down the drain

To power our beast

Our great war machine

 

We’ll conquer the globe

As you sit blindly by

And leave no room

To complain or decry…”

 

One World Order

One Currency

Instead of “In God”

It simply says “Trust Me”

 

This mantra repeated

Soft in your ear

By government, religion

Your loving puppeteers

 

Using their machines

To conquer us all

Oblivious in the end

They too shall fall

 

Once set in motion

The machines never stop

Propaganda, war

Media on top

 

They each feed the other

And support their own cause

No slowing, no fear

Just rolling on

 

Abandon this farce

The American (Day)Dream

Humanity? Obsolete-

Viva Machine

Reviews

[Mr.Boffin]

enjoyed the poem good job!

Two words: Technological Singularity!