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#-12 - The (Mis)Information Age (Ghosts In The Machine)

by Jersey D Gibson




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we control your numbers
we can control you, too
we're in charge of all your elections
little tin gods of this digital brew




Don't you dare take my name in vain,
don't dispair, don't dispise.
Untouchable, undeniable,
monopolistic enterprise.



(slaves without chains you have become
held down with so much phone line
you've sold your soul for broadband
full access to the information superhighway)



Topple governments with the flick of a switch,
Freedom of speech, freedom of press, whatever.
World Wide Web stands for New World Order,
executioner is the man with his hand on the server shutdown switch.



*possibly, you have been placed
you're last year's model, obsolete
top of the line and of the food chain
you've been taken down, taken out*



When lies are the currency, and truth the revolution brings,
access has been regulated by the ghosts in the machine...




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12/21/2007

Posted on 12/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 12/21/07 at 07:19 AM

This could be a song...needing to be sung loudly right now! But will we even listen? MFS

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