Trolls, Bots and Spidered Webs
Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies,
Puking riddles on those tolled.
Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what you see is what you get.
Spidered webs entangle yonder,
The language largely modeled,
And artificial minds are left to ponder,
Which words are fiddle-faddle.
Defrosted wars are flooding fields,
Entrenching fact with fiction,
In cyber realms, we've little shields,
To counter eastern malediction.
Folly finds that fear is fruitless,
Beware tourneys of tyranny,
Cavorted by the truth-less and ruthless,
Pretending reality's but conspiracy.
Copyright ©
B.J. Fitz
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