Dividing of Us
A future engineered by the ones who fear life itself. A future designed from the bunker on biased ideology. A future where hatching, evolving, escaping— became unfeasible. A future for those who shape it, and for those who are shaped to serve the future. Innovation without empathy, a vision without a witness. Here you don’t hear, you don’t say, you obey. This tingling tyranny, this well-funded, ill-minded force. This dream of the one percent, slowly shaping us, brutally breaking us— driving us, dividing us.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
You are reading dystopian fantasy poetry collection the Hush Halo. After the Great Optimization a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
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