Did I do this before?

Have I become better as technology has become better,

And more dangerous

and lethal

and without conscience

The drone technology that distinguishes a desert hilltop from the next

desert hilltop

Is identical to the technology that will identify your face from space

And a pattern in your typing

detecting abnormalities is respiration

A slip due to perspiration

And can follow you seamlessly

While you move through the city

Buying your pot or MRE's

Some silver at spot

Timing is everything

The time where you told me that I am paranoid has passed

Anything from now is simply a wager that is being paid

No, “they won't stand for it” and “you cannot do that to them”

5 to One is now One in 2

And you can bet that we will live

and it is safe to say that we

will not want to

I am saying, “what more?”

When

When will we recognize the container

Into which we have been poured from birth

When and how

Will we bang against the glass

Fish in an aquarium

We are fish in an aquarium

If I struck my fist against what appeared to be

the air that we breathe

And a dull ring grew to a hum

Which after a moment distorted your vision

And was more absorbed in your sinuses than heard in your ear

What would you say?

Can you acknowledge the glass?

Or would you rather that I not strike at all?

The gamble was made with your daughter's life

Win or lose, it was your son's life that was slid across the table

The confidence of betting with house money is not a sport

It is easy

There is no risk

Until one day

Someone says, “not my progeny”

I did not make a life for you and I did not bleed and sweat

and cry and 100 times over, nearly die

For you to test my wits and will

To see if I would notice when I counted the till

Mother fucker, I have been counting since I could count

And I could count before you told me, I can count

You took me and measured me as I grew

and counted the pull ups that I could do

And monitored the calories that I would take

And made public record each mistake

Now I say, “not my progeny”

No No No, not my progeny

I say this not to exact revenge.

Revenge for what? What did I know?

I am ashamed that I did not say, “I do not participate”

But it was merely an itch on the back-inside of my skull

I say this recognizing human potential

And the smallness of this earth

Who are you exactly, to say as of birth

That she,

My daughter is not free

With the inquisitiveness of a bee

To move from flower to flower

In the range within her power

or NOT

You would rather that she rot!

If it meant you got your cut

And for what?

An empire that damns us all

Empire, history demonstrates, always end well