Have you not heard?
You stopped thinking and started responding. Never were you scolded. Yet, for decades, you were programmed to act, to accept— before you absorbed. First by us, then by them. Have you not heard— you are herd now.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimisation 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.
ABOUT
This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale.
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Unheard for this herd. Heard, absorbed and responded.
I don't know how this is ominous yet comforting at the same time.