Writing at one fifty
in a private world.
Seven billion yet,
I'm the only one.
A gamertag
is my name.
A gamerscore
is my soul.
Keyboard strokes
are my voice.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Social security number.
Student ID number.
Thirteen at the DMV.
Customer thirty four.
Not an individual,
just another number.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Carpe diem
becomes YOLO.
Blank canvas
becomes art.
Black and Yellow
becomes poetry.
Text message
becomes love.
A dark age
awaits us.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Joan led,
and died.
Neda spoke,
and died.
Salem believed,
and killed.
The brave lose
because of fools.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Petty thieves,
faceless thugs,
lying girls,
shameless boys,
empowered fools,
and their fans,
surround us.
We are at
their mercy.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
How much power
does an individual
have in this world?
Not very much.
Loud voices silenced.
Value in a person,
diminished.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Information is
controlled by money.
People buy the product,
trying to get identity.
Instead becoming
simply bankrupt.
accept it.
No power?
Or apathy?
who knows
who cares
Who controls?
Who fixes?
Who creates?
Who preserves?
Who helps?
Who changes?
who knows, who cares.
