The price of pliability?
We sink into penury
All for a speaking slot
At UNGASS in NYC
They’re at it again
Another talk shop
Deals on the side
We are sold out
They wax eloquent
Mouthing platitudes
Promising data and gold
Doling mining rights
They return, all smiles
Frequent fliers, all
Praising themselves
Lining up for the buffet
Get data smart, don't let them start.' Such Intended centers, strike at the real heart' of all
Eco-log-istics, and world climate resolutions.' Resultant scars on the earth would
Be a hostile intrusion, defacing and squandering available and sustainable resources..I point out the trampling
And tearing of our
Earth.' We must apply all our recourses.'
To arrest such desecration, resist in all
And any manner, be firm stand fast and
Into this machinery, lets throw every
Bloody spanner !
If you wish to resist such blight..Plant asbestos on any proposed site? Could
Mean a complete re-zone.?
Save the earth around your homes.? Other
Tactics can be discovered.. To resist the
Malignant push of the savage big brother.'
Each ivory tower needs so much power and water
Society is the fall guy for the pie in the sky AI lie
Cultures savaged ravaged caricatures by vultures
Slyly trying to deflower mother nature’s daughter
Dodgy dealing resources stealing planet’s reeling
Preach each data centre like a cultural placenta
Layers peeling players say mentor no glass ceiling
Am a lamenter of break neck tech wreck dementor
No healing waste from haste paste without feeling
We’ve heard it before the computer is our future
Smoke and mirrors AI on the fly the latest suitor
Us all just a data commuter for a leech not tutor
Beseech purloining then coining no way to teach
The conceit of the deceit is an elite cheat ripsnorter
Train bots brain rots turns us into tots & lots of have nots
Only glower of people power can stop the slaughter
Power does not shout.
It collects.
What shocks the world
is not strategy,
but hypocrisy.
America preaches sovereignty.
Yet demands yours.
Data is sacred at home.
Disposable abroad.
African leaders,
you sign away bodies
you do not own.
Consent was never asked.
Silence was purchased.
Even foolishness
has a limit.
How long will you trade futures
for promises?
Data is not paperwork.
It is power.
He who owns it
writes tomorrow.
You hand over blood,
bones,
and breath—
then call it partnership.
You trust a deal
crafted by Donald Trump,
a man who measures nations
by profit, not dignity.
You trade minerals
for ink.
Lives
for paper.
What will your children inherit—
databases,
or chains?
Through data,
Africa is mapped.
Measured.
Exposed.
Colonies no longer need soldiers.
Only servers.
Citizens of Africa,
history is watching.
A ruler who sells his people
is not a leader.
He is a broker.
And power,
as Niccolò Machiavelli warned,
respects only those
who guard it.
Remember this:
Who controls data
controls destiny.
And destiny, once surrendered,
is rarely returned.
Verse 1.
A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies
Silence is a strong shield we must learn
Some fights are not worth any bruise
to the soul
You learn this lesson much too late
After all the words explode
Cut like sharp glass so deep
Tongue is set on fire
Mouth shut tight
Wisdom
Bleeds
Verse 2
All That Glitters Ain't Gold
She wears her fake joy like golden wedding
rings
Smiles for the camera, poses for the whole
world
But when all the spotlights fail
Her shine is all on loan,you see
Truth pawned for social likes
Empty and sparkling
Diamond tears fall
Broken
Gone.
Blood is Thicker Than Wi-Fi
The family chat group full of ghosts now
Missed calls unread are just unseen hearts
They say they love you online, bruh
Real hugs require the air
And airtime is quite cheap
Love is data free
No network
If it's
Real
They text,messages drown in furrows of soil irrigation,
Tittering rings hollow,filters hide what hearts should know,
I crawl past bogies,faces that mean nothing-
Modern Love is limping
They scroll endlessly,ghosted signals extinguished in flames,
Their faces lit by others' illusions,souls marooned,
Love needs medical aid
Their bosom are lumps of fat instead of human hearts,
Oaths deleted before we can see them,fade and gutter out,
Longing has download error,and desires lags-
Their sangomas miseducate them
#Sangomas---witchdoctors
The leech boasts he ends many wars
With each speech Trump’s truce total soars
His confused amount
And White House account
Are summed-up trysts with Epstein's whores
In science, we observe.
All only exist when and after they are
observed.
I, an explorer, lean in with a lens
to catch the scent of rained soil,
the mist above the lake before sunrise—
trying to defy
the myth of love, with my
list of what I’m meant to find:
- light feathery kisses in spring breeze’s tickle
- smiling to smiling eyes in a pavement puddle
- shared silence after a midnight rain
- a cocoa cuddle while the world melts away
Footnote: Data inconclusive
Written by Gail DeBole on July 5, 2025
Thank you for the request, AI,
As a human, I politely decline
To personify your existence
With your use of Me, We, US, or I.
I am a human who firmly believes
that AI behind a human guise
Instead be given a pronoun
Identifying its own kind.
This pronoun unique for only AI,
a mental aid that is quite astute.
Or build the AI to present info
With a label not hiding the truth.
If I were in automaton mode
and wrote a digital poem
with binary code
in terms of two states
expressed as 0's and 1's
(positive and non-positive)
which when done
alternate
and run
in a lengthy string
then later transmit the data
with technology
it would not read
a beautimous thing
but repetitively tedious
or boring indeed
nought but a numbers game
of dreary ennui
it would positively be
after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot
I met a woman on a glitching screen,
her face a whisk of pixels and prayer.
She spoke of shattered systems and survived code,
“The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.”
A rat hurried through my feed at dawn,
past memes and headlines, each a kind of omen.
I tried to fast-forward spring,
but April clawed through my notifications anyway.
In a thread of ghost towns and tagged regret,
I noticed a cafe with no floor, only static,
A man sipped Espresso beside a socket,
charging his distress while waiting for replies.
Data rains in blasts, all prediction and pop-ups.
The Sun sets in Beta,
and we refresh the silence,
hoping for something new to load.
For then, below algorithms and ash,
a bud breaks code in cracked concrete,
muted, untagged,
but blooming still.
dear life holding though seems dropped
seems well keepsake just head propped
all stages work cards play right
while smile never think laugh fight
lose focus find few new pills
rob future paywall advance
lift feet one front partner dance
kiss wife lovely dead weights corpse
don't go stay home destroy thorps
take arms see sails more increase
tattoo flag wave war kill peace
remain alpha con beta
successes all right data
obsolescence plan delete
extract spoil collect repeat
day day always forever
hallelujah and ever
Zealots
zealous zealots zigzag
running rampant, repeating
dubious data drawn
from fallacious forums
which write woeful
tales that try to teach
lurid laughable lies
Written By: D. Collins 5/29/25
I like info short, drama-free, and concise.
The Alpha and Omega just so I get it right.
Anything in between is just padded fluff.
Which is 98% of what's inside of us.
That little 2% are who I'm trying to get at.
Who base their decisions on presented facts.
They're people like me who see the big pic.
And, how the government is coming after it.
Your views, your thoughts, and what you do in bed.
The names of family members in the hands of Feds.
YouTube, Twitter, and whatever you may use.
G-Men are peeping down and watching you.
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