Sunday, July 19, 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


8 comments:

  1. This is a really powerful poem full of strong images - love it.

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  2. Lin Hennessy said:
    Your poem, very strong, and very true...... luckily we have people, who hold the light, who see through the machinery. Pink Floyd, and John Lennon started the movement.

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  3. You paint a fearsome picture with your superb poem. Brilliant opening line and amazing images throughout.

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    1. Many thanks for your generous appraisal Rose. I just felt that it was something that had to be said.

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  4. Oh you are writing poems. I devore poems up from my very young age. I will discover slowly what you are composing. It's music.

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  5. Greetings Mia !
    You are very welcome to scroll through and devour all of my poems :) x

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