long ago when you set out your nefarious plan.
The age old agenda conceived with mechanical precision
by a source not of this world,
yet whose minions you strategically established here to do your bidding.
Offering solutions to your own fabricated problems
designed all the while to erode our liberties,
tightening the grip of control.
Did those minions really think to escape the same fate they sought for us?
Devoid of art and beauty, of inspiration and self-expression,
your technocracy would swallow up all individuality
into a homogeneous collective of robotic conformity
with no heart and a computer chip for a brain.
Methodically, incrementally you tugged on the string ever so slightly
so as not to awaken a sleeping giant.
Waiting until, with one final pull, the stick holding the trap open
would give way and the trap slam shut on its’ unsuspecting prey.
You knew the day would come when two paths converged;
an awakening humanity, an emboldened predator.
Would the former awaken in time,
before the latter cinched tight the noose?
Are we and our planet to be nothing more than a resource?
We shall soon find out.
Yet it is quite possible,
you have underestimated your prize…
DBC