Behold the empty days to come...
their darkness will sweep the land
Some will cry, some deny - some die
A few will come forth and take a stand
For a trail of years uncounted, prophets
and poets have cried - beware!
Big Brother blinks his Cyclopian eye
and surfs the net with an invading stare
Some day some conglomerate will
squirm into being...Hydra - Medusa...
Killing the old, the poor, the insane,
the addicted - theirs is the blood
the beast will be spilling
No one will care at all
No one will come to drive
the rough beast out of Bethlehem
These will be the death throes
of the failed species known as man
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2019
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