Hallows Poem by Petra Novakova

I.

We are the amalgam generation
We are the amalgam generation

Children of the past born into the future
Promised to our forefathers
By false prophets

Our empty voices screaming into the void
Are silenced by abundance of information
We fail together
Our minds struggling to make tails of heads
Are bound into service of not-fake news
We flail together
Our feet dragging in sand finding no hold
Are leaving muddy trails across the globe

Lost together
Hidden well by snippets of bitter-sweet lies
Lost together
Never to be found by the seekers of truth

II.

Between the notion
And the act
Between the fiction
And the fact
Truth falls short

For ours is the realm of endless loneliness

Between the reality
And the nonsense
Between the desirability
And the innocence
Truth falls short

For ours is the realm of images shared

Between the show of life
And the world wide web
Between the plastic strife
And the stone-cold lead
Truth falls short

For ours is the realm of blissful indifference

III.

Letters without meaning, separated by color and belief,
Addressed to: „Dear all"; please use a scrying glass…
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IV.

Nor bangs neither whimpers to be heard
Only clicks and snaps and flashes

A light shining on all the ugly truths
Pain painted in high definition and rgb

Prizes awarded to men without conscience
Presented by pale men with zero patience
Graciously accepted by men of not-science
Cheered on by oh so well-trained audience

Nor bangs neither whimpers to be heard
Only clicks and snaps and flashes

V.

Lost together
Spied on for the greater good of select few
Lost together
Always available to any and all brothers of lies

Our heads turning this way and that and back
Are always filled with black and white dread
We wander alone

Our souls burning with an invisible flame
Are stuck in the loop of dislikes and shame
We wonder alone

Our hands turning grey and old with worry
Are twisted at the joints by small keys

Children of the future that is yet to come
Taken from us and them and everyone
By false messiahs

We are the amalgam generation
We are the amalgam generation
We are the ghost in the machine
The ghost in the machine is us