Dirty humanity then marched past all natural freedoms,
bade a silent farewell to dignity. Inside the Collective’s
razor wire and railway docks, paper apes faded away
in tower blocks of taboo, privacy as sinister as roses.
A digitised generation expired
in lies weaponised as a history
of threaded webs embedded
with propaganda and dissimulation.
The seduction of money and greed
was tyranny grinning in a plastic suit
and stone fascist corporations shed
no tears when the bees disappeared.
Walk the wall of the wishing well, o’ brother.
Should you fall, let defiance be your final call.
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