I walk this black and gold city,
Streets lined with circuits and voltage,
Chapels and shrines to chrome,
Midas kingdoms,
I’m a cyberpunk,
A loathsome hacker,

The disquiet is choking,
It entwines with the smokestacks,
Faces become metal plates,
Emotions reduced to lucrative algorithms,
Human no more,
Flesh has become a sin,

Corporate gods,
Mechanical preaching,
The world underwent body modification,
Its soul sold to the highest bidder,
All of its life has become mineral,
All black and gold,

I’m a ghost in the machine,
A former spirit of rebellion,
My heart was coldly dead,
Even before this metallic clone,
A facsimile of a pulse,
A life,

The augmented future is bleak.

Comments
  1. Good poem.

    It does seem the world is becoming this way…

  2. tara caribou says:

    oohhh I really enjoyed this one

  3. This feels like the start of a sci-fi book
    Sad part is it’s closer to reality than fiction

    • Osharlequin says:

      It was, in fact, partly inspired by a couple science fiction universes. I agree though, the world is becoming stranger than any fiction.

      The Oldschool Harlequin

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