Empty Icons I

Empty eyes of the empirical sum
Empty heads of the ruling elite 
Change the channel on 
the TVs alternative news feed

Slip into the the next digital stream
Stream the unknown data 
Into the world wide oblivion 

Hear the open circuits buzz
As machinery Hummms

We bow our heads to empty icons
Emojis, iPhones and Windows to some
Empty Icons sit on vacant shelves
A hollow man, a false deity 

Built of things best left unseen, unsung
Things in-between the seams of reality 
We see these vacant eyes wondering the corridors

Of a steel Labyrinth in a Western Hemisphere 
Alone in an mad American 
empire of intellectual apes

Dream the dream of empire and empty icons

Empty eyes of the empirical sum
Sum of all parts divided apart
Empty heads of the ruling elite

Slip in the the next digital stream
Stream the unknown data 
to the world wide oblivion dark!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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