[Cyber Reality]
My human sight is
compromised
For I'm blinded by
binary codes,
Flaring like oxygen
in a visible air
But still some eyes
can't behold it.
My body feels like a
walking computer
Charged up with
electricity,
Suspending my natural
urges to be human,
By factory resetting
my human qualities.
Memory chips
to our brains,
Viruses
to our blood cells,
Webcams
to our perfect eyes
To accumulate a profit
off our cheap
Human lives.
In fact
Our free
Human lives.
By placing price tags
on our backs,
Like outdated garments
from the fifty's
While terminating our
human privileges.
'I'm free',
They say
With a price tag tattooed
on my back
'Cause they priced my
body,
But my soul couldn't
be tagged.
For...
My words,
My soul,
and My mere breath
Are gifts from the utmost
holy and righteous...
So that is why a keyboard
can't terminate me,
For my body is filled with
rich red blood.
And never will I let
someone replace that
For a keyboard,
some wires,
or a plug.
So be as observant
as a security guard,
For this camera of
life
Will catch you
off your guard.
And no!
You can't erase the
hideous photos,
Then, they will be,
Permanently visible.
YOU ARE READING
Even Murderers Die
PoésieAuthor: Jevaunie Patterson Poetry Type: [Narrative Poetry] Book Status: [In-completed] Book Editing: [In-completed] This book showcases my life though murders, suicides and deaths (I support none of those things). This book examines some events tha...
