A Number Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

A Number



When you think that you are free,
You do not think that you are not.
Yet, you are far from being free,
And what you believe in, —truth is not!

Create a problem—offer the solution,
Alarm the people to fight for ‘freedom':
The sense of control is just an illusion:
Brainwashed by Media is no wisdom.

Emotional manipulation awakes fear,
And when in fear, you lose your power;
Succumbing to the Elite, you shift the gear,
Thus, the Controllers you empower.

And when your soul's dehumanized:
A sheep micro-chipped in the Global Herd;
Your Being—reduced and paralysed
By the Machine, —your spirit dies unheard.

Monday, June 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: politics,technology,control,future,human condition
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Kumarmani Mahakul 07 June 2018

And when your soul's dehumanised: A sheep micro-chipped in the Global Herd, Your Being — reduced and paralysed By the Machine: your spirit dies unheard........so true and touching. This is a beautiful poem with great theme. I appreciate this poem.

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 May 2018

Human conditions on earth! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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