Old Hari Seldon had it right.

Our future’s end is now in sight.

We’ve given up without a fight.

Yes, Hari Seldon truly had it right.

 

Where once they tracked us by our stars,

Or from the numbers on our cars,

Now they know our secret scars

From our likes, our swipes and bars.

Things once guarded at all cost

We freely give to all the lost,

Pretending how it’s all so glossed

While piled upon the garbage tossed.

 

What we didn’t understand

Was how they’d take these grains of sand

And twist them with a guiding hand

To cast their sway across the land.

 

They tell us what we need to know

And make it seem just such a show

That we foresee a damning blow

If we don’t join in all they sow.

All the while they speed the pace

That drives us in this endless race

And limits thinking through each case

Yet never leaves a telltale trace.

 

Thus they sneak right by our wits

And seek to lure us to their pits,

All the while staging skits

That hide the fact we’re silly twits.

Silly twits!

 

Old Hari Seldon had it right.

Our future’s end is now in sight.

We’ve given up without a fight.

Yes, Hari Seldon truly had it right.

 

Can’t you see it? Don’t you feel it?

It’s in each stare, and all we dare!

Could you shake it, stand up and face it?

This infectious snare lies everywhere!

Everywhere!

 

Old Hari Seldon had it right.

Our future’s end is now in sight.

We’ve given up without a fight.

Yes, Hari Seldon, oh, Hari Seldon truly had it right!

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— Words and music copyright September 2014,

Kirby Lee Davis