ConsPiracy

The joke's on us,
We the artists and writers

Who relied on the Internet
To amplify our voices.
Yet it only gave power

To the corporatized robots

Who sail the elastic web

Plundering its buried treasures. 
Woe unto us the pilfered masses,

Social constructors of URL plywood,

Digitized sailors of ransacked ships-

Hoodwinked at the speed of light.   

We have completely become
An information society,
The data pirates stripping our dignity,
Dispelling our souls of merit. 

But I won't stop, no, I won't stop.
There is a fighter in me,
Punching fingers on this keyboard,
Competing for my own voice

From here to eternity,

Where the ET excavators who dig

Through this binary wasteland

Wait with their nanotools.