On the Fourth Industrial Revolution
Electro-neurotic ill-timed division,
Building factories to lose revenue;
Brave new race, tech-domination.
Swipe left for nuclear status
and right for privacy rights.
Semi-conductor pirates pay cost.
Convenience is the culprit
For all the damning evidence.
Crumbs of life; a paper trail
Digitized from strife.
He never knew what plagued him
Until it stole the right to speak.
Where did smart manufacturing go?
An outsourced land, a galaxy of
Fallen dominoes.
Trial by error, the new world awaits,
No cutting ribbon at the digi-gates.
Can’t staff with legal anymore,
Lady justice slain across the floor;
In confidentially, she’s classified-
You’re privileged now forever-more.
Sly and chill yet crowned a tyrant-
The status quote pushes back.
Lasso the masses for compliance,
The audit always reveals the trash.
Release me from the whiteout;
Don’t plagiarize my content-
Don’t quote me lest you have to-
Is human submission God-sent?
Rise above machines is quack;
Fourth Industrial Revolution attack.
© Dutchess Imprada 2021
