Cyber Colonialism

 



We are now trapped in the waves of 'Cyber-Colonialism', 

The watchdogs are watching us, 

We are under the 'Juju' of the 'Reikies' consuming us, 

Yes, indeed, we are also consuming what they are feeding us, 

The unseen wires have draped us,

We can't utter a word against them, 

We are monitored, 

We can't spread  dictation as the dictators are dictating us- through cyber binoculars, 

Where they can prevent any portrayals different from them, 

Where they pick their secret 'bot armies' and influencers handing over fame, 

Only for them to be the handlers of the fate,

Fate of mass people, 

People who will believe what they say, 

People who will do what they inspire them to do -whatever they have conspired in the closed doors,

People will rise,

People will die,

People will loose hope,

People will flee,

People will gather, 

People will be displaced,

People will be lost,

People will be punished for speaking their truth! 

People will die in wars and famines, 

People will die in despair believing in misinformation,

People will follow blindly a cult, 

That never owned them but will continue to dismantle them untill their bones are grinded into ashes, 

People will still believe and follow!

Well, that's not new- we have seen this before,

Centuries ago when our lands were captured. 

Then also people followed.

Perhaps, one day I'll be persecuted or buried alive only for upholding my truth- infront of the mislead community,

Infront of the hyper real cosmic world,

Where everybody is actually echoing without listening their voices,

Where nobody is actually seeing what's coming and where they walk like dead bodies over the dead ones, 

Young and corrupted,

Old and viced - all same, 

Different in hype, different in style, 

But, similar in actions,

Similar in interactions! 

Voiced over but the content remains the same!

But, here, I want to announce the truth- 

I don't believe you, 

I don't believe the 'social- media corrupters', 

I don't believe your content cause I don't know whose imprint are you carrying and whose ideology you are preaching for whom. 

I don't believe in you and so I can't let them be the 'Greek Gods of the social media' by transferring my faith in them, 

Here is my truth- I stand tall and stranded,

I don't believe you! 

©® Farheen 

Time Frame: 8 pm, Friday, 30th May, 2025. 

MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216

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