Technocratic Dystopia

In the neon haze of circuits. Where the skies are lifeless gray. The technocrats

build their empire. Where the human hearts betray. Sociopaths in glass towers.

Psychopaths with cold grins. Out of touch with dirt and dreamers.

They decide where life begins. Their rules cascade like static. A flood no

mind can parse. A labyrinth of mandates, cold as steel without a heart.

Each clause a chain, each line a cage, to

bind the wild and free. They script our every breath and step.

And call it liberty. The enforcers march in lockstep. Boots on earth