Facebook and what it deems workable

Its very existence was from an idea
A potentiality and it was clear
It would draw off the imaginary
Unfounded thoughts
It had visionary qualities
And many ports

Of call, to enable
The whole universe
Complete visibility
Or something worse

A tangible interest
A virtuality
Self referenced and spectral
With such gravity

An outwardness transcending
Many desires
The excitement of such
Would light up many fires

It could rise with the flood
Of technology
To digital heights
Clearly it was free

To find its own level
And assemble its worth
To attract and to capture
Those minds on this earth

To stimulate real time
And a consequence too
To adapt and conform
And know what is true

Assenting concurrent
Symbiotic beliefs
To seek controversy
And varying griefs

Parity balance equality
A parallel purpose
Whose greatness could be
Enormously powerful

In so many ways
With so many facets
The abundance
just plays

Into our psyche embracing it all
A breath taking
knowing no bounds
Wake up call

To attract and to bond
With emotions and pain
And connect it all up
With a coherent chain

As to what is allowed
To be broadcast lets say
This great experiment
Still growing today

Is a bit like a snowball
Rushing headlong
And gathering weight
And what does belong

Fear and negativity
Is out there we know
In so many ways
These ideas do grow

In itself its a cluster
Its become so much more
It is all embracing
But perhaps at its core

Is more than we imagined
Sort of Jekyll and Hyde
Its become panoramic
And what is now inside

Is a teratogenesis
that basic urge
That patriarchal
power does emerge

The mechanics of basic
The infinite thought
In the cogs of existence
It was just caught

What we see now is vast
Multitudes everywhere
Took up the mantle
And yes they did share

Insignificant banter
Thats the human trait
A freedom to think
And of course to relate

An ephemerality
fragile maybe
Age,long and durable
Fickle and free

An epidemic
That touches us all
That has changed our lives
The spark or the call

To participate
And to generally choose
As to what is allowed
There are a few clues

Stems from the core
The values
the memory
The opening door

The brush strokes of life
From the palette of pain
The great artist weaving
Again and again

As the edifice crumbles
The skyscraper rises
The great incubation
Yes it surprises

From the loins and the womb
We generate soul
From the breasts comes the
Milk somehow to extol

A meaningful quality
A lasting power
The cement if you like
To hold up the tower

Why does FACE BOOK show
Carnage torture and pain
That basic idea in the cogs
And tragically what
Was the bane

If you like of the great patriarchal
Events
That the suckling process
Made really such sense

Most of them went through this
Took on that power
From the female body
Hour after hour

And it was a crack
In the stamens desire
So to see women doing this
Put out their fire

Just a cognitive aspect
Overwhelmingly so
Its there in their psyche
And continues to grow

Its destructive in many ways
It imagines that they
Can not only rule
But produce too and say

We are the masters
of our universe
And in essence really
Nothing is worse

Than being reminded
That what we are now
Is because of our mothers
Not the milk of the cow

That message so powerful
The dairy so strong
The meat trade control us
No matter how wrong

It is omni present
It fuels every ill
Big oil and big PHARMA
Thus they always will

Support the endeavour
For breast feeding does
Build in their psyche
That great milky buzz

The reign of the female
The power of the throne
The womb of existence
Too close to the bone