The future life

Mon, 01/04/2016 - 03:30 -- polyy21

There is no time for talks and whispers
not anymore in this time we live in,
and it gets more deterious every day.
Human life into parlors prospers
not allowing knowledge to grow within,
and to get ignorant we pay.

Stop and glimpse the world around
how gruby it was raised to be
from its own seeds, its children.
I notice filthy grey in the background
this is the future I foresee,
and to some seems like heaven.

But it's obscure and frightening,
maching are taking over
the future seems to me like a thriller. 
Wise words aren't enlightening 
words being said from a book cover,
the future is a mind killer.

Wake up and stand besides me,
make a difference being unique
and parsing independent.
The books include a magic key
which makes the robots weak
and make you transcendent.
 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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