Same old story: Although this one was a sci-fi one.  Or was it?




THE CONTROLLERS

 

 

The next step looked easy
when we had decided

exactly how we'd go.
But as usual the controllers
interjected regulations,
rules, and complications.
So as we reached the edge
of one place towards the next
we saw the precipice for real:
the depth of the fall,
the cost of fulfilling desire,
the energy to be dispelled.


Of course, sitting back
it is easy to see why
they spoiled our fun:
Their ultimate ambition?
To maintain power.
Not to aid humanity
but to subjegate it.
Not to allow us our joy
but to control us.

 

 

 

© Allen Ansell 2022





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Written on 2022-07-08 at 00:03

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Computer game handheld controllers also seem to be a type of shackle that bring the image of this control over a generation the world over.
2022-10-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You're probably right. Then again, the precipice was dangerous. The "nanny state" exists because many people, maybe most, aren't very good at looking after themselves.
2022-07-08