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Present and Continuously Tense – A Self Portrait 

This poem explores how many sheltered young adults gradually confront flawed systems, attempt to become politically conscious, and recognise their own uneasy dependence on technology as a means of escape.
This poem explores how many sheltered young adults gradually confront flawed systems, attempt to become politically conscious, and recognise their own uneasy dependence on technology as a means of escape.
present and continuously tense – a self portrait 
The sun is visible as people gather around signal towers, working on their digital devices. Photo: Yutong Liu & Digit / https://betterimagesofai.org / https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/
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The modernity gritties,

The politics of the cities

Must we make haste and choose

Liberal freedom or universal access to necessities?

Need an inspired political line,

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Hello, can you call me? (commie)

No, this was all phony,

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Now I am grown up and;

My thoughts have been revised-

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I think I should CAPITALISE!

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Everything’s has been easy for me

So why should I care about institutional lies?

I’ve spent so long here, 

I am now of privil-age

Here is when we enter the civil-cage

Once I turn myself into the machine, 

Against what will I rage?

I whirl about in a conviction of confusion

This ride of life has a weird constitution,

It has dawned on me how dark it gets

And into this passivity I watch the sun set

this plane has been free-falling and;

On one side of the wing I hopefully bet.

A weird reminder of school days as I,

Hear constant cries of LEFT RIGHT LEFT

Who’s to answer for this theft?

Watch our futures march right past us

Why make the effort of this political fuss…

This is bleak but I know what helps

Cold stainless metal, entangled wires,

Perfectly tempered glass that reflects my desires

This vibrance of all colors

Birthed by only three

Coded into this screen 

A finger’s touch my whim’s decree.

Master of all I virtually see

Through boundary-less waves and frequency

This grass becomes greener than reality

In a box I trap myself,

And the whole world I roam free

Cyborg body unfunctional without a phone

Through algorithms I create a data clone

What’s that rhyme we were taught?

Oligopolies make a new data farm

AI AI oh…

Turn away and look at the screens

Accessible, customisable digital dreams

And I no longer want to read

That task now belongs to the silicon-breed

Intelligence has beckoned a new ascendance 

Never-mind how it creates an eerie dependance

One more step towards technological progress

Just a little deduction in employment is not a regress.

Why Frustrated? Upskill don’t frown!

Just watch and wait this time it will trickle down.

Anyway, 

Why take stock of this with all my might?

After all its just a floating rock, right?

Snigdhaa Rai is a recent graduate of Sociology.
This article went live on November twenty-third, two thousand twenty five, at nineteen minutes past six in the evening.

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