Cubicles called home,
as there is no space left,
vegetation is nonexistent,
morality is combined with theft.
Oceans ooze in blackness,
all dead so long ago,
seeds are a thing of the past,
there is no place left to grow.
Position created for you,
you no longer have that choice,
as you function like a robot,
no one wishes to hear your voice.
Assembly line of meat slabs,
reduced to biscuit form,
shall feed all the masses,
as the dead rain down in storm.
Breeding now forbidden,
though the seeds do not exist,
the air to thick with chemical
the clean up does persist.
The promise of a new world,
is the latest form of truth,
as the rains burn your eyes,
ancient words of lost youth.
One uniform for all mankind,
the world is of one power,
never seen but only heard,
from the great ivory tower.
All of space bore nothing,
to save this dying race,
it’s to late to turn around,
we’re now stuck in this place.
Waters of the sewers,
recycled to quench your thirst,
biscuits of the human flesh,
tells you, that you come first.
Transportation in silicon tubes,
for you can not walk in the air,
the sun burns like fire,
only a fool would ever dare
No laughter is ever heard,
life is no longer a joke,
as we move like the oxen,
all trapped inside this yoke.
Author notes
♣ Here Is Nothing But A Dream
A contest entry
- Something For Everyone..... by Luckintheshadows.
700 points, ended September 23, 2008, 13 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Congratulations on winning gold. I can see it was well deserved. Beautifully written haunting piece, and so much prophetic truth tied into it as well.
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Oh my, this is a twisted, dark creation. I love it! There's so many frightening elements of truth in this piece, a nicely prophetic feel that adds to the general feeling of doom...Your lines flow beautifully and I enjoyed the rhyming...there's also some really great imagery here...Thank you for sharing this and taking the time to enter my contest,
Luck.
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