Rumors from the Attica Flutes

Rumors from the Attica Flutes

There’s a storm of fire gone unseen

hidden behind the shadow’s screen;

right here on this planet earth

the place that holds what we are worth.

An anxious and a sinful place,

controlled and made by human race,

where every greedy thought takes root

and made a unit of law to boot.

Where Attica flutes of hades sing

those sour notes of cutting strings

that swallow all the gods through fear

in cyber orbit above this sphere.

Such iron bars do now unfold,

with Cerberus guard dogs that they hold,

that fiber optic censored glow

invoking AI storms below.

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About this Poem: Inspired by a Henry David Thoreau poem called,

“Rumors From An Aeolian Harp”