Sensored To Death
Sound and motion sensors in our homes,
Sensors wherever we roam,
Tracking devices and sensors on our cars,
Sensors staring at us while we watch Hollywood Stars,
Our words and privacy have become exploited and
sensored to death,
conveniently sensors are never around when people are struggling
for a breath,
Confidentiality as we know it, has died and gone away,
Our lives have become fodder for the sinful.......
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