The cobblestones of the collective mind
are shifting into sovereign cells.
Where crowds once gathered to build and breathe,
the quiet code of coin erects its toll.
Every common acre
and every current of data
becomes a closed estate,
fenced by financial fiction.
Human connection is no longer an inherent right,
it is a lease renewed by compliance.
The deepest theft is not the loss of physical plot,
it is the steady eviction of the spirit
from the shared horizon.
Citizens wander as trespassers
in a history unfolding under a permanent lease.
Modern feudalism did not banish the serf to the soil.
It simply charged a subscription for the square.
The illusion of liberty thrives
when cages are cast from invisible code,
and the plaza is owned by a platform.
When every word uttered
requires an algorithm to anchor it,
free speech is merely a rented room
in the landlord's castle.
The crown of the tyrant was traded
for corporate terms of service,
and the transaction was called
progress.
#Neofeudalism #digitalcommons #technocapitalism #philomeme
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