The Village Poem by G. Newton V. Chance

In the village, where everyone knew everyone,
Shared common business of pasture and garden
And pirogues daily, with the climbing sun,
Challenged ocean and aloof horizon
Before the advent of the satellite,
The global village and mass migrations,
Within countries and nations to nations,
Made of neighbours strangers passing in the night
With no needs except for all the amenities
We ever needed, a hunger for food
And love and friendship, all now scarce commodities;
The overlords surveyed and saw that it was good
Fiduciary for the elitist and the few;
That humans are robots and robots are human too.