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
