Battlefield Poem by John Prophet

Battlefield



Control.
Global control.
War.
Technolgy,
the weapon.
Mindless.
Mindless control.
Navigating
the mind.
Surging
throughout.
World
on the run.
Under attack.
Folds of
the brain,
battlefield.
Constant attack
technology,
through technology.
Force feeding
fear, control.
Emotion,
shaping emotion.
Mindless hoards
absorbed,
sucked in,
controlled.
Puppet master
technology shaping,
molding thoughts,
altering
the mind.
Subtle invasion.
Flowing through
the eyes
Into the soul.
Subtle invasion.
Full control,
nearing the
end.

Battlefield
Sunday, March 8, 2020
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Feldman 08 March 2020

Excellent poem on the fatal manipulation of technology! Your words make a frightful and knowing impact. Ringing Truth, all the way trough.

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John Prophet 09 March 2020

Hi SF, Thank you kindly for reading my work JP

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