Stats and factions,
Facts and fictions
Good intention’s
Contradictions
Lying dead
For promised land,
The losses gaining
Upper hand
Though seldom from it
Passes grasp
Of power into
Lower class
The apparatus acclimates
Itself
And then recalibrates
The plan
Then weatherman’s ad hoc
Projects its stocks
And locks the vox
Within a box,
An echo chamber,
Feedback loop
Of fueling anger
Just to get
One click away
From censoring
Each word you say
For pre-determined
Points for talking
Social credit score
Is stalking
Hawking eyes
Are everywhere,
Don’t blink,
Don’t think,
You wouldn’t dare