Echelon Conspiracy
I remember last Friday night
Though it was peak summertime
It was winter on your Ladymatic
Your friends partied hard like rockstars
Thank God it's Friday
Summer fun saturated the air
But it's the winter cold you breathe
That explain why your lungs froze
Why your heart was heavy
Your mind zigzagging in your skull
Your emotions been rode upon like tar
There was traffic gridlock on your chest junction
Mostly of 18-wheelers
And your eyes rained like the days of Noah
Pathetically, superman is a fiction
Perhaps he would've saved you from those
Ruthless 18-wheeler drivers.
Nevertheless quadrillions of microchips
Were garbaged into earth's atmosphere
A day before
Equipped with the most out of this world tech -
Extraterrestrial
The world's most advanced RFID tech
They are wired like spermatozoa to an ovum
That out of the millions only one can cling on
Programmed to symbiotically live with human cells
When the lucky one cling onto a host
It processes every information about the host
And sends it electronically to a central data bank -
Echelon
As the host lives on and upgrade
The chip sends the updated info to the bank
By the tick tock of the second's hand
Owned and ran by Big Brother
The info processed and sent are all these and many more:
Date of birth, nationality, full name,
Genotype, blood group, bank details
Family Tree, marital status,
Academic and career status
Allergies, health status
Present location, everyday activities
CCTV live video of the host
Nothing is hidden nor can be
From Echelon,
The supercomputer behind this all
It was the cloud that demarcated
The chips from humans that day before Friday
And that Friday night our grace recessed
And the heavy clouds poured out its content - The Chips
Tinier than the string of an eyelash
I watched yours fell on you
Scenic it was
You shook your head
Thought it was a droplet of rain
You didn't mind what touched you
Until an hour passed
The chip you're hosting started
Speaking to you in a subtle voice
You didn't mind if it wasn't human at all
You needed someone to talk to
It convinced you to go join the party
Get turnt up
Drink drinks with names you can't pronounce
Bury the sorrow there, get wasted
Make out with a perfect stranger
Perfect way to close the curtain on Friday
But you won't listen
So it started playing music that soothed your mood
From slow tempo soft blues
As it bought you in
It paces it
To fast tempo party anthems
You were already lost in this self party
Thus, you made up your mind to go to the actual party.
Here I am, in my room
With my MacBook Air
Yes I did hacked into Big Brother's server
That's how I got to watch you
Studying how Echelon remotely control our minds
I only came back from my friend's place
Earlier I went to meet Acijam,
My Mexican-American friend
He's a software engineer
I went to him cos he has a computer room
With the tools he has
I've planned to jailbreak the chips on me
So that I'll be untraceable and free
But he wasn't at home when I got there
All gadgets, smartphones and laptops are tapped
As well as our minds
After reading this email
Give it to your dad to read
Let the President know that Echelon
Violates our "Unalienable Rights"
Echelon is a terror threat to
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
