Geography is a cage she says
Designed to keep us all in line
We humans have been wandering
Before we scribed and scribbled all we saw
She likes it when things fall in place
She'll take them as they fall
Philanthropy is a guise for theft
Misdirection from the crime
Commodities we manipulate
Seal fates of untold billions with their debt
She likes it when there's harmony
She'll bear it through chaos
Holography is a state of mind
Thoughts' frequencies cascade in time
Through quantum entanglement
We float upon the sea of everyone
She likes it when the air is clear
She'll wander through the smoke
Technology has engulfed our kind
We fade into the neural nets of hive mind
Stochastically infuse our thoughts
Our ignorance, impudence and barren ports
She likes it when sweet silence reigns
She'll march on in the crowd