This digitized age
In a monetized cage
An embarrassing stain
On my Meta verse page  
Disengage from it all
I’m ashamed to be human
If all we aspire to be
Techno Union
In ruins though still
Cities sink in the sea
And the forests consumed
By the me industry
What to gain
And possess
What to have
And to hold
As skyrocketing prices
Become a black hole
Of black gold
In demand
But supply lines
Are drawn by
Invisible hand
And command economics
Still branding the tyrants
In stoking this broken
Woke culture war
Virus
This token protest
When it ought to be
RIOTOUS
Spare me your fair-weather
Advocate piousness
Bias confirmed
Now submit to your highness
And stick to your screens,
Salivate to the violence,
Relinquish your voice
As they thrive in the silence