Treatise on the Illusion of Freedom

In the increasing convincing darkness
Of the future, there is another possibility
That the future brings us further
From our native self, from tranquility
And we are essential brought into
Ever new forms of servitude

For which we are naive, or unaware
Or unable to still think freely
That is, the illusion of control persists
As if we were programs in a simulation
Or more aptly, sleeping participants in a matrix
However, has this not always been

The function of society, to subdue the individual
As an agent of the group, or otherwise
Believing themselves to be free
In order to serve common evolutionary goals
Be it not said then that the future brings freedom
For with every mechanism and every construct

Life perpetuates the class elitism
That some individuals exert control over others
And until this is different, the future is only
A poor repetition of the past, of new classes
Of different forms of power, in the presumption
Of the state as a patriarchal context

Whereby life hardens meaning by necessity
And to serve the men who happen to be in power
Is the only option, like buying into a system
In order to participate in a social structure
That is fundamentally archaic and hierarchal
Where in a future machine-intelligence replaces
Human agency, at all control points of power.