Alex Lockwood

Hello, Good-Bye

Hello, wide webbed world! Connect me with you,
Open the ports and let my blood stream through.
Be not ashamed that these wires have spread,
Like tentacles into the future ahead.
The revolution is rapid, impossible to contain,
Its wireless agents boldly protecting their reign.
Attempting to suppress it—a foolish thing to do—,
Will leave you behind, forcefully pushing you through.
Be proud that even the simple has changed,
Don’t fear what is new, and what is exchanged.
Poets will no longer distract you from your masters,
The satellite feeds will help you sleep through disasters.
Imagine the cybernetic meadows where nature and computers,
Blend and compile into programmed polluters.
Then how will you deny my imperious powers,
When the machines replace even the blossoming flowers?
And who needs philosophy (leaving the mind wrought),
When I can sever motivation for intellectual thought.
Scholars and teachers, don’t fake your resentment,
Collectively succumb to my spoon-fed contentment.
Ignore the natural surroundings that I effortlessly defy,
While all aspects of humanity wave you, good-bye!


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