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 lín, ú-glîn.
Celeg-hon nín,
ar fêdh nín narn.
Chebin i-mabed,
ar i-pân,
na curu.
Laur na ereb,
ú-chebin aníron.
Pân lín,
na gûr dadwen.
Gurth an naid,
an gwanûn beweg.
Aníron adan
ar fîr nín,
na bâr lín.
Ulû e-gwedith,
neledhi bain,
athaered o galad,
moeg nín 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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