How did it come to this?
It's 3030 and
years ago my ancestors warned
"Big Brother will control this whole earth, if we let that happen."
Or so I have been told
So why was I born into this, wait,
created, morphed, thought up from someones sick mind,
into this?
Why couldn't they stop it?
Now as I walk,
carefully now,
over what looks like dirt
( I only know it might be dirt because I found an old piece of paper that said something of that matter, I put two and two together...)
I can't so much as sneeze without
(and they think I don't know)
without them documenting it.
From what I hear we had a chance
a great idea to Overcome
right before we were overcame
From what I was told this,
this illusion of freedom that I thought I had heard about
was really anarchy
a and this had to be because
if not we would kill each other off
and there was this man, I guess they called him a president
that told us that
total control was the only way for total peace
and who could argue with that?
(certainly not me because the one who told me would probably tell if he thought that I had any doubt in his story and I do not want to die.)
So I am walking on this dirt,
or what I think is dirt
Slowly and carefully making sure that I go straight home because they are watching
These things that "they" created
they can see in the darkest of dark
and hear your thoughts
so you have to keep a clear mind because
they can hear you, and then, from what I hear,
they take you into this room that can detect your fears,
no, not just your fear of spiders,
but the deepest darkest fear that you have in the pit of your stomach
and they make you live it, forever
but this is only what I hear
and I have always wondered why the sky is red, and if I strain my eyes enough
I can see blue
but they tell me that air is poison
and just one breath
will leave you
in dust.
Author notes
Toxoplasma, what the hell is that anyways????
Written October 6th, 2006
A contest entry
- History Repeats Itself by CtrlDelete.
314 points, ended October 15, 2006, 7 entries
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Excellent
This is one possible truth that is not off track. We seem to follow the movies and create beyond thinking of the outcome or use intended. Great write! keep it up, Don
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The narrator doesn't give way to her deeper emotions, but recounts her diplomatic interpretation of the events (what she's heard). For this reason, I think it would work well in a story format rather than a poem. It's alluring either way, if I was looking for a futuristic diary, this would be it. Of course, I won't judge your poem any less because of the form, it's the wording that matters. It just feels so much like a novel waiting to happen. Vivid ending descriptions, chilling.
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It actually was a combo of 1984 and V for Vendetta, thanks for the comments.
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Hmmm... reminds me a lot of Orwell's 1984... I love the last three lines, though. The ending is so powerful, and I like that the final line is simply those two words. It makes for a very nice effect.
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