Tentacles Poem by John Prophet

Tentacles.
Circling.
Squeezing.
Slowly
at first.
Carefully.
Moving
carefully.
Prey
unsuspecting.
Slowly being
ensnared.
Slowly being
controlled.
Global reach.
Tentacles
encircling
the globe.
Nowhere
unobtainable.
Nowhere
out of
range.
Out of
reach
of the
tentacles.
Caressing
the mind
penetrating
the brain.
Corrupting
the soul.
Nowhere
to hide.
Tentacles
overhead,
underground.
Cyberspace
the creature
resides.
Crushing
free will.
Tentacles
networked.
Planetary
web of
control.
Infrastructure
in place.
Ultimate
control.
Zombies
mindless
zombies.
Spoon fed.
Garbage in.
Garbage out.
The few
controlling
the many
has always
been
humanities
way.
Now, however,
on a global
scale.