Sunday 19 July 2015

The Future

The Future.


The dust of the future is slowly being created 
by the fumbling trickery hatched in a cauldron
red and black carried by its orphaned children
machinations that conquer bloodlessly. To strip
a humble proud people of ancient roles
trample honoured history under booted foot.


Empires have come, have gone. Traces remain
antique dreams that became cold nightmares, 
now lie shattered tattered on a debit page.
All employees retrained to become slaves
fed on tainted grains and fear - kill their brains
Coded creatures known by numbers - no names.

               
                     ©MRL July 2015