Sold into slavery with a smile,
a faceless man in a sharp suit
chiming ever familiar promises
of unattainable dreamscapes,
untold millions crawling onward,
reaching fractured fingers forward
towards an eager begging bowl,
that never dispenses food nor money
but catches with silent relish,
every drop of your blood for war
and so the game has begun again.
A voice that numbs the attentive ear,
soothing and intoxicating thought
like a double shot of whiskey and syrup,
we’re all so high and ready to try
without a thought for future consequence,
it never occurred to us in our reverie,
there was more than one forbidden apple
and the seeds we spit are growing,
becoming a bitter and twisted tree
for a new generation ignorant of choices
and sallow eyes of truth watch in horror.
A raging flame writhes behind unchecked,
abhorrent, hungry and unsatisfied,
looking for more faces to fuel the furnace,
leering a snarling and insidious grin
at all those that fall for the empty platitudes,
waving blank cheques of last minute hopes,
comforting the broken desperation,
relaxing wild eyes of a human animal trapped,
giving scraps of comfort with one hand
whilst chaining to a leash with the other
and we knew we never should have listened.
Author notes
Title Prompt: - 10. Voice of the Modern Serpent
A contest entry
- The Big 10 by lowercase prelude.
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