With takeovers bankers are set
But Capital One's is a threat
Owning Discover
As surrogate mother
Makes Visa and Mastercard sweat
Cyber takeovers
Are happening all over,
Silent and quiet,
Buying properties,
Real estate, farmland and banks-
Foreign ownerships?
How much today a
Country owns is never clear.
Checked your data yet?
W.C.Hull © 2019-10-4-
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Isaac Asimov wrote of scenarios unimaginable
Robot companions and industry-wide takeovers
His 1940 classic, "I Robot," is now quite actionable
If anything, a bit outdated, ripe for a make-over
In the 1950's we marveled at the audacity
A woman totally oblivious, a 'seashell in her ear'
Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451" fantasy
Today is surely audible, easy to hear
We couldn't believe his notion of 'entertainment walls'
Now we mount flat screens in living rooms and on stores in the mall
No way, we felt, that real-life 'firemen' would ever burn printed books
~ Yet those very kind of books are now being replaced by digital looks
Yesterday's science fiction is flat-out routine today
Pay attention to new prophesies ~ they're already well on their way
Picture images
World in mad swirl
We all fall down
Present in the past
Looking back gaze
Past in the present
Distorted portraits
Twirling in the blur
Misty moments unearthed
Harsh sensibilities
Emergent violence
Conflicts seed war
Crazy madness
Forfeits true freedom
Attack thoughts breed
Hostile takeovers
Beyond simple mergers
Occupied territories
Fatal attraction
Ugly manifestations
Upheavals instigate
In freedom's name
Slavery in new mint
Revolutionary road
Why kill that sweet song
Of a mockingbird?
Install a dumb parrot
Disaster laid plain
Not just in vain
To murder complaint
Harsh reality
Jaded imagery
Hangman's noose
Don't pity the dead
They are fortunate
See this living hell
Dear beauty and truth
All seems lost
Where violent times amass
World peace transits
More like world in pieces
Sadness part IX
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014
Singapore
(Notes: **part IX = the number 9 (IX)
stands for completion or a conclusion of
a situation or cycle. After that, things
start again in a new cycle. Only when
things fall apart can a new wholeness
emerge.)
Freedom won on a distant battlefield
Gallant words to remember them by
Unspoken tears for the old to cry,
A game for the young to play
Never a thought for freedoms way
.
For tyrants are easy to spot
Peaceful takeovers not,
Look through the haze
.
For when wheat replaces the meadows
The birds have no home
When forests are felled,
Extinction will come
You are a commodity,
For globalisation has won
.
When TV calls caressing your soul
With the next discount, and
“Yes its free fitting”
Without a shot being fired
Your future mortgaged
.
And when your ration of bread
Demands the last fish in the sea
Neatly Packaged and dolphin free
Who will pay the price?
.
This is the legacy
There is no escape
Big brother is watching
.
Mankind in a zoo of its own creation
Come, peer through the bars at,
This condemnation of society broken
For freedom lies on the other side.
echoes cry unto the night
street fires erupt from burning vessels
hostile takeovers from empty boardrooms
melting pot full of lost dreams
euphoria fills the midnight air
tantilyzing treats of mass destruction
various colors of a nation bleeding
desperation grips us from the core
paradise is no more
yesturday becomes a myth
tomorrow is bet on a lottery ticket
words are banished
luck is borrowed
fingertips scraped for identity
tongues cut off to stop wars
menstrual cycles become holidays
television is no longer used to transform our children
blackmail is as common as the flu just more deadly
mars and jupiter are the new earth
the world is taking over by robots
we are no longer us
now we become what was
just a little food for thought
Weeds deeds tractors and,
seeds dirt on hands, mud on jeans.
Mother nature giving way to this
farmland my family has made.
Cattle, pigs grain and, rye
wheat, barley I question why?
Corporate takeovers, governments
greed, is ruining our farmlands and,
the farmers creed to feed the hungry
families.
So, what's to come from years of sweat?
of working ones body almost to death.
Building a farm from beginning to end
dawn to dusk never seems to end.
Family traditions generations gone by
to be a farmer now one can't survive so,
throw in the deeds tractors and, seeds
dirt on hands, mud on jeans, give up trying
let it be, when it died it took a part of me.