Cyborgs are here
whenever we need them.
Always by our side.
Someone is sick? They'll treat them.
Someone is feeling nostalgic? They'll teleport them home.
Someone misses a person they love? They'll give them the opportunity to meet again.
Someone is bored? They'll entertain them.
"They" are machines.
But how do they hook us into happiness?
They help us live, yet they destroy our lives.
We are blinded by false illusions
in which we control them.
An addiction, so strong
that hides the slavery
regulated by technology.
Fake skins replace the sickness
with a new heart.
It pumps that blood of ours
filling it with oxygen of desire.
Infinite desire to have powers;
infinite desire to create a fire.
The core of the Earth explodes
within seconds...
As that bomb of
unthinkable strategies
is launched by e-waste.
Where did you machines, exile?
Are you again invading someone else's aisle?
Rivalry is us, isn't we? No worries.
Soon, it'll be over as you observe
how we disappear in front of
your very metal eyeballs.
Jobs - gone,
misery, poverty and slums - come
until it's absolutely dark:
Where no light shines through,
Where depression captures our souls,
And where nature is neglected;
completely forgotten.
Ciao Earth!
I'm sorry we didn't care about you enough.
I'm sorry money is all we think about.
I'm sorry it's over.
Hello senseless perfection.
We're too late to realize nothing is ideal.
We're too late to ignore the small flaws.
Because now everything is trash.
No humanity, no nature, no nothing.
Except e-garbage.
Planet, thank you though
for having us. It was splendid!
But that's what you deserve
for your Kindness and Love -
watch your children die,
committing another try
of an indescribable
suicide.