Global Pt. Iii: In The Spirit Of The One World Man Poem by P.R. Prosper

I am faceless
My motives smell eerie
I grin with all races
Of no origin clearly
Lead roots to no traces
Hear foreign plights
So I outsource yearly
Never blinking or bat eyes in dark nights

I am careless
So I crave affection
And love from the masses
With little discretion
Throw stones at house glasses
My arms are a waving
In your misdirection
I love you like I love a plaything

I am heartless
My feelings are all void
But I’m never out of touch
I phone androids
All of the robots, tin men and much
Other soulless cyborgs
Or humanoids
I can wait to die for

I am tireless
Through the night and the day
I just keep rolling
Not one sweat do I break
With non-stop polling
To analyze each word you speak
Placed in context my way
From now until the 53rd week

I am power
I spread greed like a disease
Everywhere by the hour
I’m in control, yes indeed
And in speech, I’m a tower
I overshadow causes in the street
And overcast lives like a shower
I’m here to stay, secretly indiscreet
What’s yours is mine, but
What’s mine isn’t ours