Sell your soul to costly, gleaming screens!
To smartphones, tablets, laptops, and their might.
We're caught in their web, day and endless night,
while Big Brother watches, unseen, it seems.
The worldwide web ensnares us, unaware,
like flies entangled in a silken thread,
and yet we fail to see the spider's dread,
intent on feasting, skin and bones laid bare.
It knows your name, your secrets, and your taste,
your dreams, your friends — the web devours all.
We hope for safety, but the spider's thrall
grows stronger, grinning with malicious haste.
The virus fades, but what remains, it seems,
is our corrupted, insatiable money scheme.
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Why We Wonder: A Sonnet - Poems EN 3
PoesiaWhy We Wonder: A Sonnet - Poems EN 3 Sonnet about the malicious intentions of the multinationals as Big Brother and the way we let them take our privacy and accept it all as normal.
