Are all things fake, is anything real

Humans included, their emotions too,

Up for grabs or up for sale

That’s reality, two by two

The smile’s a lure

Nothing’s pure,

Its all allure

Just dazzle, for sure

Nostalgia’s history

And, that’s a bore,

Our neighbours next door

May well be a spies

So, watch what they do

Keep open your eyes,

The world of today

Is made up of lies,

Can’t rely on any one

Not even the skies

For, they know more about us

Than we ever will,

Intelligence, now artificial

But, we pay the bill,

We’ll soon be the Robots

Doing another’s will,

Ask Musk if you like

Will we smell sweet, still.

Shorn are the shards of all Reality

Heaven on earth might actually come true,

Dark the skies and all beyond

The Earth might really turn a light blue.

No qualms , no conscience, no compunction

 Misgivings about nothing,

 Viruses made, destroyed, mutated

 With Destiny, a strange, self-destroying, fling.

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