In a world once illuminated by the gold of bygone times

In a world once illuminated by the gold of bygone times,
A dark veil is now woven, a prison for lost souls,
Where critical spirit and free thought are but whispered memories,
Control of education becomes the key to inescapable conformity.
Values are distorted, and obedience becomes the supreme virtue,
While the media becomes a dance of shadows that distracts and manipulates,
Rewriting history erases the markers that tied us to the past,
Creating modern mythologies that serve only the ruling elites.
Under the watchful eye of technology, every movement is monitored,
Security becomes the pretext for invading our fragile intimacy,
Structures of punishment and reward are born from behaviors,
A social credit system that weighs our weary souls.
Economic dependence intertwines with the loss of autonomy,
Self-sustained agriculture and free trades become relics of the past,
The digital economy controls every transaction, every hope,
Personal property disappears under the guise of illusory common good.
Moral values are turned upside down, good and evil unravel,
Moral chaos and absolute relativism become the new gods of the world,
Social degradation is encouraged, primal instincts triumph,
While spirituality is lost in the echo of a forgotten time.
Power centralizes, cultural identities dissolve,
National sovereignty becomes a tale of forgotten past,
A single planetary government casts its shadows over freedom,
A quasi-religious ideology justifies the domination of the few.
Thus is born a planetary prison, where light slowly fades away,
Under a sky where stars barely flicker, souls wander,
In a world that has reversed all that was once sacred and full of life,
Searching for a way back to the gold of an era long past.

Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2025

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