a world wide web of minefields.

ever since the beginning of the second millennium
there was one a smart little spider now bold and old
she constructed her web for everyone to use
magnificent beautiful silk
as a mode of transport for
many words
many messages

as time passes one
nature claims her life
now its time for the masses to modify the web
for "protections" minefields are placed
every sector
now armed
every dead body
falling through the gutter of despair
are now farmed

the mines are unlike any other
their like cells
cancer cells
multiplying
"infecting"
now every word you make
can be a weapon

the silk are now
ropes
of
puppetry

to be safe
they all wear a mask
but some use the ones that have a crack on the eye
revealing an eye

now the masses can know who they are
invisible drones
can now scout neutral zones
threatening them
with their blade
they're now in fear of ground zero
way to go masses

you all grains of metal are dragging down the web
we're all dancing now
how?
puppetry


aren't we all
potential parasites?
no
are we cancer?

no matter
i may be one of them anyway

there in the history books
the first digital revolution shall now cause a fall
like the first industrial revolution

no matter
big brother is proud now
seeing us through every piece of screen we have


there look up
did you see that
its another invisible drone
taking another victim
no matter how good
or bad
they are


now as i am old as the trilobite
i shall not take another bite
this is not even a rite
i was not even conquering my fright
my heart is not locked tight
eh the sun is too bright

i'm still afraid
of what other invention can be used for sheer monstrosity
in every city
like the invention of the fireworks
now cannons
what's next?
flowers
to
plague weapons
please tell me i'm joking
please

.............
i am done
before i leave
when can we ever stop this monstrosity
whatever is dream
but
good night
sleep tight
don't let the mosquito's bite
they may get you too