The days of omniscience

Are upon us

The moves we make

The freedoms we take

Are no longer free

In the root of Freedom

Is

Free

Or dumb

I can’t tell which is better

In this world we are in

So take a moment

To be yourself today

And be free among us

Wait or

Don’t

Let go before you know

That’s the goal

Of the highest world

Pressing down on your throat

So feel the pain of

Resignation

Deep in the fibers

Of who you are

Blistered vocal chords

Sing songs

Out of tune

In the days

Of crimson suns

And waining moons

To the hope of a world

Not so hopeful

And charred with

The leftover ambitions of

Yesterdays hero

We will wait

To see what the sky

Will bring tomorrow

Was it the moment

The bad performance

Or just the mere

Existence

Of an aloof individual

With no regards

To help the others

Meant to be

So stay aloof friends

Unattached

And vacant

For all

Literacy

Of the people

Depends on the words

That we have

Or don’t have

So we can’t let the elites

Control our last hope

Our minds