Image above by Not Buying Anything
By Kevin Saving
Grey men, with cold unblinking eye,
have made our lives their merchandise-
they circle us like birds of prey
that bank and stoop from leaden skies.
We work, we eat, we vote, we play
just how their algorithms say
whilst countryside’s ripped down to size
and hard-won liberties decay.
A small, soft light within us dies
(which covert sensors scrutinise).
We snitch and grumble but obey:
surveillance takes us all for spies…
Such grubby gods led us astray.
Tomorrow has this price to pay:
the hawked and harried paradise
our feckless frenzy threw away.
