Tribes

Connected by microfiber 

Arching ‘cross the continent 

Talking cyborg semi-conscious

AI -driven nightmare of verse

Across the continent connected

Every road to every where

(Unless you’re headed to Ogunquit

No, you can’t get there from here.)

Prop plane flying overhead to

God knows where this hour of night

Propellers working hard to stay aloft, To offer refuge, offer flight

Tabla conga sitar feedback

Take me home with you tonight

Tabla conga sitar feedback

Take me home with you tonight

So many sad and disconnected souls

Seeking comfort, sharing hate

Or fear, it’s hard to tell;

Feel excluded then accepted

Yeah, acceptance does real well. 

Tribes of hatred

Tribes of love

Tribes of love

And tribes of hatred 

Not so different from above

Not so different from above

Connected by microfiber 

Arching ‘cross the continent.