Fatherless
It was unfolding of the fear.
The blue sky was falling apart
and filthy brats would lift their shriveled arms
to hold it, for time being.
Something for everyone
to stay in emptiness of a palace:
spiritless, voiceless, unhearing
for the sake of human culture,
A robot was ready to plant a kiss
on your lips and you can be bedded
with a humanoid lover.
Take a break for the dirt on your eyes.
Some saboteur will smuggle the blueprint
of a fusion bomb one day
pure on the glass eye
promising a fatherless generation.
SATISH VERMA
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2009
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