At night, sheltering, the lonely
Are screamed at by the screen:
“You will not talk, stay silent.
What you have to say is not allowed;
The Expressions of the stupid will only be when asked! You will not speak
Or think. Your voice is owned
By silence!” And so,
Humans program demons
Through the evil of machines.
The dots line up like shots
From a cyber shaped assassin
The avatar of bullies who’d break the heart
Through a crystal crown they stare
Piercing you with pixels, while forcing you to shoulder the deathly blandness of the world.
“What the majority wants, you will!
Your thoughts are our opinions!”
The victims become the eggs they shatter
In the internet’s spiked nest.
Ruthless to a fault the cyber shadows
Thicken. They’ll crush your head
Like eggshells as they smear electric light.
You personality is theirs
As you become a 3D photocopy
As you live like them on paper
But never in the flesh.
Your ideas are second hand.
You must not proclaim your freedom.
Annihilation’s waiting with the cybernetic
Demons in command.
The web glistens in the dark
While a spider in the corner
Prowls his own creation to destroy
Another fly. By reducing you this way,
Your integrity is failing.
The keyboard taps and thunders
As you slip between the corrosion spreading Keys. The memes and messages
Are more lethal than a poison.
The Chironexfleckeri as flicker
Across the remorseless plasma screen.
Just like the muddy mantle of a snake
The bullies words are slime and slander,
Or perhaps the rancid bark that chills you
As a rabid dog appears.
You are stranded in the street where hate’s Energy can virus.
The Darkened territory will threaten
As nightmare’s selective ghetto closes in.
You can dress up like a wolf
But you will be just another sheep
That they are herding.
Bite or sting, but only if you wear a pythons skin. Your time is torn. You’re done.
You will never be a hero. Sincerity is butter As the fiery knives spread sin.
The victims turn devices on
And trespass in the land of bullies.
They cross the fields of ordure
To suffocate in their own shit.
Aggression in the mud that swamps and
Soils about them; a cascade of oppression
That drowns respect and dignity.
To survive then, you must suck; a slut
Snared by the cyber. It’s dictatorship demanding that slaves and whores will honour it. That screen is their abyss
Where falsehoods cloak our breathing
And where hypocrisy and malice are slime
Across the Internet.
The abstract threat removes
The real that once protected
As all we were is wasted by the fear
Of what it is that’s coming next.
Translated and adapted by David Erdos
Pic: Elena Caldera