Commodities of Choice

Power to the People,
The voices can be heard,
the unheard now make sounds,
till through grapevines,
deaf ears melt away.

Your options have dispersed.
they are scattered among
the ashes of millions.
What is one in a mere infinity?

The alternatives,
you thought,
were reliable have withered,
unfolded amongst the colours.
A scale of colours
was always more appealing
than a monochromatic,
binary of choice.

Was that demise?
Or is this?

If you are here,
you must hear.
you must listen.
you - are the product,
and you will be sold.