Endgame

By Vincent Van Zandvoort | Poetry / Prose | 7 Jul 2023

Endgame

A blueprint in the East,
waiting for your chest.

A woman is now free,
like a stinging killer bee.

Homes are being built.
Shoe boxes in a row.

The earth on heaven found,
oh, if only she was round.

Flaunting billionaires,
begging us to play.

Yes, we are all free
as long as we obey.

A "tourist" from sub-orbital space
looking down on the human race.

Forgery is in sight.
Clinging with all might.

Order cannot be evaded.
This chaos is created.

It is their secret wish.
You too are blind to see.

The ending of free will.
You too are blind to see.

To the all-seeing eye
thou shalt reply,

and watch in droves
how refugees die.

The endgame is
and will always be

mass-surveillance
for you and me.

Poetry

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Vincent Van Zandvoort

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love.

Poetry / Prose

As an author and a musician, I craft short stories, songs, poetry, and prose across various genres, including science fiction, fantasy, supernatural, thriller, horror, and drama. My work delves into themes of disappointment, confusion, betrayal, corruption, grief, sacrifice, friendship, loyalty, and the boundless nature of love. Here, you’ll find something that resonates with everyone.

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