Surveillance

Strolling down vacant streets devoid of mirrored eyes to reflect oneself,
Foolishly observing that you are alone,
Briefly content in musing and solitude,
Circular glass perched from high above offers a different kind of reflector,
Not to be met by compassion and affinity,
But by a mechanical droning of intricate parts and a blank façade of polymer,
These fixed guardian ravens initially offer safety but their smiles reveal something more sinister. 

Their guarded messages transfer down metallic veins to our eclectic brother,
Of whom so outwardly protective but tone of voice so subtly unnerving,
Erosion of liberty concealed behind a veil of false protection. 

Flickers of confusion flash across weary faces;
remembrance of trust and privacy,
A time before the widespread malaise induced by isolation and greed,
Mankind increasingly perforated by this double-edged sword of safety.
Sleepwalking into submission; heavy brow too laden to deviate from the path,
Systematic reduction of people to numbers,
Opponents lambasted as supporters of anarchy and misdemeanour,
Necessary debate shouted down by those suspending their twitching fingers by the buttons.