out of the Kafka legacy
in the bog of the formalism of society
reducing you to a number
and letting you easily disappear
without a trace with no one missing you –
That's what has become of humanity,
ruining all nature in the process
of dehumanization and technification
from a human being to the monster of homo sovieticus
infecting the world with robotic inhumanity.
So let me out and let me breathe,
buried alive in a coffin in the church yard
waking up and brought to nothing for nothing,
against my will and without my cooperation.
I reject my number of society and my ID,
refusing to be reduced into a plastic card or into a chip,
since I will remain alive,
even if the whole human society goes under.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2016-10-17 at 17:29
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Buried alive
Stuck in the mud and buried alivein the bog of the formalism of society
reducing you to a number
and letting you easily disappear
without a trace with no one missing you –
That's what has become of humanity,
ruining all nature in the process
of dehumanization and technification
from a human being to the monster of homo sovieticus
infecting the world with robotic inhumanity.
So let me out and let me breathe,
buried alive in a coffin in the church yard
waking up and brought to nothing for nothing,
against my will and without my cooperation.
I reject my number of society and my ID,
refusing to be reduced into a plastic card or into a chip,
since I will remain alive,
even if the whole human society goes under.
Poetry by Laila Roth
Read 563 times
Written on 2016-10-17 at 17:29
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