by Gayl Miller
Chemical cyborgs
Have served them well
Mind Control
From the pit of hell.
Computerized control
Is what they desire
LOSS OF IDENTITY
Is what they REQUIRE.
It marks us for eternity
This prism from hell
Devours our minds
Says "all is well."
It captures our thoughts
It feeds us lies
It makes us inhuman
It causes us to die.
It promises freedom
This tiny grain
Gets under our skin
And into our brain.
It reads our palms
Lives unfold
It scans the iris:
"Window of the soul."
It feeds on desperation
Turns our lives upside down
No one will be safe
When the "Soul Catcher"
Comes to town.