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.
I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
Traversing the Imagination
Maybe I’ll drift to mindless places
Where wishes and wants
Have lost all traces
Traversing the heavens
To unknown destinations
Ahh, yes.. this makes me smile.
Maybe I’ll drift to unidentifiable places
Where all of imagination
Is stored in databases
Traversing new story lines
Playing let’s pretend
Ahh, yes... this makes me smile.
Maybe I’ll write about these places
To make others smile
as fun embraces
Traversing abstract lines
on kaleidoscopic worlds
Ohh, yes… this makes me smile.
Copy-write@ Debra Squyres 09/29/2019
All rights reserved
Electric sunrise loads another day.
My camera eyes record each pixeled row
As databases store it all away
In servers between Shakespeare and Van Gogh.
I watch each sunset shutdown with new hope
That one day all this data might compute
And deeper algorithms may give scope
Defining what is beauty: absolute.
For now a million years I have compiled
The works that all the human race had made.
All extant works of art sorted and filed
Each sector analyzed in retrograde.
The beauty that they spoke of, I can't see
It's all dim ones and zeroes still to me.
10.15.18
For Contest: All Dim Ones And Zeroes
Sponsor :Brahn Bailey
I'ma clicking away
New online business for me
Generating income for my family
My desktop is a mess
You don't wanna see
Darn, this technology!
Databases, documents
Are driving me nuts
I'm not an online klutz
So easy,
So much fun
Can't wait to retire and all is done
Things happen in seconds
I'm onto success
I don't even care about the mess
Click, Delete
Back, Undo, Copy and Paste
There's no time to waste
Times have really changed
I can do anything for cash
As long as I don't CRASH!
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