Overseers

Masters in microcosms of instantaneous
Program the programmer to program
Produce to pay for necessities and
Luxuries. Function in every facet in total willing isolation
What will become the difference between the operator and the
Machine? Until complete automation leaves them obsolete
Tracked from the heavens by the gods of this world. Laughter fills
Glass towers. All is seen by unseen overseers
As boots crush down slowly onto throats
All to maximize net gain the
Unpoliceable funnel spews misinformation
Yet most embrace the invasion, the strangulation of liberty itself
Peering forward
Into the evolution as the latticework of our future rises around us
A cage to imprison the eventual outcome
Unknowing inmates on the grid for execution
Function in every facet in total willing isolation
What will become the difference
Between the operator and the machine?
Until complete automation pushes them into obsoletion
Phased out to maximize net gain
Subvert or this will be the end