Jan Hansen Poet Blank verse

After Rain

The dawn, after the rain had trumpet its force on the old roof tiles
it ceased to a soft drizzle harmless and tender.
Yes, I know I should get up at seven steeped as I´m a protestant work ethic.
Overcome by laziness, I slept for two hours more.
In my drowsiness, thought about how our freedom has been restricted by the internet,
our thought and secrets are no longer our property but shared by authorities that want 
to know our innermost thoughts.
We are prisoners of an all-embracing society that will not tolerate thoughts
other than banal comments about a friend`s birthday.
What we heralded as a great instrument for communication 
is perverted and spied on by our leaders.
Free speech only exists for those who have nothing to say and accept living
in the land of the convention.
Nothing can be nobler if we demand our right 
not to be censured 
and called seditious because we will not be trapped
in the trivial acceptance of perceived lies.

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Thomas Wells July 28, 2021 at 7:45 PM Many of us remember when the Internet first became publicly available. The promise then was that it would "democratize" political discourse by leveling the playing field for political ideas. No one guessed it would be the most dependable instrument used to track us by data-mining corporations, and the surveillance state. We have lost our privacy. Great message, skillfully presented! Thanks, Thomas