2084, a poem by James Walmsley at Spillwords.com

2084

2084

written by: James Walmsley

 

I know not the way the pendulum swings,
unknown to me, horrors the future brings.
The clocks keep ticking the seconds fly.
more and more rebel, refuse to comply.

Promises broken hope becoming forlorn,
cold, hungry, Angry; the seeds are sown.
Rich or poor it is all the same, Surrender.
the State Machine is the only Contender.

The rebels, rebel no more; they are dead,
now we stand in line for our daily bread.
Our minds are invaded; the enemy within,
to resist is foolish and futile a mortal sin.

All gods are dead the State rules supreme
the State is in control even when we dream.
All family loyalties are now a State crime,
the State controls all including the time.

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