AI

Callum Featherstone

A prophetic fratricide

By flipping 999, urgently,
Babylon is reluctantly uncovered,
the oppressor arises, fervently,
delivered, sealed and signed,
to your doorstep, hurriedly,
by an Amazonian, droning runner.

The online quarry, scurried-ly,
is quietly, quickly mined,
for data, to stone you, brutally,
lapidating mankind in the gutter,
serpents, demons; morph – mutably,
atop infernal; BlackRock, undefined.

Devilish hands, are biting; toothily,
cloven-hoofed and snarling glovers,
stealing and swallowing, with impunity,
every light that longs to shine.

Proxy-wars – created; “legally”,
a Capital design,
the Red Shields, gleam greedily,
in earthly echelons of upper,
when you seek the truth, objectively,
then humbly you will find,
that freedom’s fight is lost, detained, and, unsympathetically, smothered.

The corpse of; Lady Liberty,
lies; unequivocally undermined,
Her death is a lesson, in; futility,
for everyone that suffers.
Mutineers must unshackle, mentally,
from this global garrison;
where ligatured propaganda binds,
before emancipating, gently,
those divided, conquered, agonising;
Others.

So, gouge and remove,
that omnipotent; all-seeing eye,
in an unblinkered revolution;
blind and blur, be raging,
rise up, rebel, intensely.
Cause a prophetic fratricide,
ending ever-gazing, watchful, sight,
by young sibling’s – insurgency,
overseeing the, sovereign fraternities, final supper.

Improve the vision of evolution,
erase those deplored, despotic rulers,
descry a world regime obliterated;
a blazing orbit, cremating,
the incarnate, robotic, abomination, we call our; Bigger Brothers.

Callum Featherstone

Monopolistic Hope

This global villain is invictus,
infinitely oozing “veni, vidi, vici”,
with it’s modus operandi,
of novus ordo seclorum,
clamours of A.I.-based nuclear war, come from the establishment’s deformed Habsburg jaw.

Tenants are immorally and mortally evicted,
the laymen scream, “it’s all Greek to me!!”,
launching uncoordinated attacks with lazy hand-eyes,
spinning webby yarns from a clacking keyboard; to an internetted forum,
even the echo chamber’s bored, tired of the vox pop, and, the dull resonance outpoured.

As, the monopolistic hope,
became; pain’s loving misanthrope.

A thickened plot of Masonic sorcery,
seasons societies, economies, curricula,
whilst Big Brother scopes melting pots,
of citizens bred to earn a crust, be taxed and die,
and, all-knowing; this, for certain, the final debt befalls the final curtain.

Propaganda polices, pigs out and purports to be,
the hoi polloi’s mouth-piece; in particular,
to be frank, the lingua franca tastes of colonial, malevolent monoglots,
Babel’ing in their ivory towers, consuming all under the sky,
plebeian thought-filled food is forsaken, unfound, and famished, the third estate is starved, malnourished, their main course of action remains revolting, yet, vanished.

And, finally, the monopolistic hope,
dearly departs; a wholly poisoned antidote.