Dial Me To The Death! Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Last night, I received a strange call
The voice from the other side sounded unroutinely
He told me he keeps our records
He doubted my dusty words
He wanted me to worship the god
He was the man of godly agency
He was my well-wisher
I am not saying so
He said to me all that
Their watchful eyes are upon all of us
They know every bit about us
They scan our every act
They just want us to follow them
They are but demi-gods
They are but the powerful language
But comrade, they don't have an indigenous heart
They can't feel like us
For they're programmed to their versions
And if I ever tried to rain against their tide
He reminded they might dial me again
My darling, they are invisible lovelets
And we the blunt writers, we smoke silently
Our streams are breezy
Ah! let's rise again
And rise to reach the romance!