Futurology

Written by: Mehzeb Chowdhury

Hapless hopes of a civilized world
Have been prophesized and repeatedly told
But what’s the point of such a tale?
When all we do is miserably fail

When wars are fought and blood is spilt
No one cares coz there’s no guilt
When children die of strife and pain
No one cares, there’s no disdain.

That’s the world we live in now
Murky plains with a desolate row
Warm to the touch, but frozen within
Static in a planet of corruptive sin

If smart men know from A to Zed
Why can’t they realize the mistakes of the dead?
Yet we live out normal lives
Replenishing our souls, where evil thrives

Corrupted we stand
Holding in our hands
The blood and dirt from far away lands

That’s what we are
Drifting afar
Our souls are black as road-bound tar

But time goes on
And walks forth life
Piercing through reality
Like a murderous knife

Darkness falls
With end of days
Black and White
At which we gaze

Brings out sorrow
Brings out pain
Pulling at our conscience
Driving us insane

Deceptive dreams of truthfulness
Haunt our waking sleep
Yet we lie without a reason
Because we’re in too deep

In truth we’re nomads
Lost in a desert of lies
The darkness seems to shield us
From all the shame and sighs  

But if we’re lost and waiting to be found
Why do we sit still without making a sound?
Maybe darkness is what we need
For Satan to arrive and take the lead

As we wonder, as we lurk
Sitting in the murk
Satan smirks
Awaiting the arrival of us - the hell-bound berks!