Cyber Nation Poem by Malaya Roses

Tools those served the purpose
Might be predisposed to climb your soul
Accepting the presence
The priority in bright anticipation
Made you astonish and plunder to submission
Question dissolved in thin morning air
Follow the created habitual scope
Skinned the nature with blade
Wires plugged into space
Cyber world almost the Sovereign
Tools are always right
Slavery parted from realization
Numbness made universal.

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