Pilgrims on hajj at the NSA headquarters at Fort Meade (the former Snowden slave plantation site)*
Sonnet: The Danger of Worshipping One's Own Demise
by John Kendall Hawkins
It won't be long until the hivemind swarms
in ecstatic circles around the sun,
like glad bees around triumphant honey.
Mass surveillance costs a lot of money,
drawn from the energy of toil and fun,
and shields us from the world's assorted harms.
If you see something say something but don't
say much -- just pass it along to your boss
and keep shuffling in the revolution
that's taken the place of evolution:
the master-slave commie-cappie struggle dross
is now resolved in syntheses of want.
Well I don't know about you, my good friend,
but this hajj season I intend to spend.