The Internet
A man-made lake,
The surface shimmers like glitter in the sun,
Idyllic surroundings boast of trees and grass,
The water is clear, crystalized with perfect visibility.
A near-perfect replica indistinguishable from a distance,
Only when you draw closer can you see its imperfections.
The water is shimmering but, with vanity and filter,
The trees and grass are hiding violence, hate and the death of culture,
The lakebed is a window into humanity’s desire
The simultaneous picture of perfect beauty and of fire.
To auto-generate your surroundings is to live a second life,
One by choice and by addiction designed for fight or flight,
Using our impulses against us to conquer and divide,
Protecting us from thoughts coming ‘from the other side’
This illusion of a safety net draws us into harms way,
Learning our behaviors, our triggers and politics
As we feed it everyday
Never before has it been more relevant to question our free will,
Is it us or the machines that are ordering us to kill?
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