Dials shifting with digital tides
Throb inside our unblinking eyes
Data coded irises encrypt
Identities with sky scanned script
Secrets shift amid security
Beneath each programmed byte
Powered nanoseconds green light
The home with wired wonderment
While hovering optic mirrors gloat
With messages and smooth drones
Deliver transparencies to phones
Proclaiming health and happiness-
Hope?
In five years or so
All there’ll be is digital TV
The old television signal
It will not receive
For a half dozen years
The old signal will be on
Then digital will take over
The old signal will be gone
Chalk it up to progress
Though don’t you understand
Your life won’t be private
It will be a two-way scan
Every sin moral or illegal
Will be recorded on tape
Our privacy violated
Only the rich will escape
No one will know what happened
Or how they were caught
The key to the plan
No one discovers the plot
All TVs and computers
Will be able to tell
You’re every little move
In digi-Hell
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