The Future

I do not wish to speak out as a knave, But the future I view is meant for a slave. For most it will be bleak though some be brave As government controls from cradle to grave. The essential few will form the elite While the rest will grovel around their feet, Seeking a social score to stay secure. Family freedom fiercely to treasure. A world filled with cold cameras galore Facial recognition, cookies and more A grim reality none may ignore Where daily living is to be a chore. As rotting wheat buried by its own chaff Freedom will molder without epitaph.