Algorithms in the Sky
©07-14-2022, Olan L. Smith
Algorithms in the sky, missiles fly
Unyieldingly, with war at every gate,
Folk hesitate, people screwed, decry
Realities, hope vanishes in the fornicate,
What fiend strikes reason with hatred,
Who announces in zero and ones? It's
Impudent chatter from a harmful docket,
Souls uttering their opinions on a lit
Screen of vibrant pixels, building followers
They scrawl private thoughts of inflexible
Disgust. The steam of the internet's blowers
Give souls influence, deserving or damnable.
Imperfect grammar, would causes the student
To doubt. If disrupters' manifestos address
On acidic paper, loathing's jurisprudent,
The reader would hesitate, and reassess.
Some thoughts aren't to be printed, nullify
Belongs to the great System in the Sky.
A/N. This 18 line poem consisting of four quatrains and a couplet is dedicated to littlejoe
(Credit: Painting of the hot air balloons was painted by the author, Olan Smith.)
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