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A poem about who has control, and how we have given it willingly.
Connections passing emotions triggered by trolls.
Fueled by tools,
Delivered by fools.
Controlling access to community and love,
Methods that help and destroy just the same.
With so much potential, sometimes just pain.
It’s lifting our voices to the world.
Where we once learned from a specialist,
Now we listen to a nihilist.
Innuendo and rumor,
These have even more strength than facts.
We are fed from algorithms that are horribly lax.
Our misplaced trust and anger,
The amplification of our most primal response.
This all guided by systems at a tremendous cost,
Created by mere children of a generation lost.
Owned by people with power and need,
And, sadly, often driven by greed.
Such potential seems new and shiny, but its not.
It been around forever under other names,
Without a care and without shame.
Used with focus by political regimes,
And by actors with conspiracy themes.
