PURPLE SKY-A Science Fiction Poem

I cannot sleep beneath this dull purple sky~  
a bruise-colored dome humming with static,  
smog drifting like half-formed ghosts  
that sting the corners of my eyes.  

I close them,  
but the haze follows inward,  
and my mind keeps spinning  
like a damaged satellite  
circling the wreckage of an old world.  

I think of the economy~  
how we mistook it for a marketplace  
when it was always a battlefield,  
a quiet war disguised as trade.  

The dominators of old,  
the colonial hands that carved the earth open,  
never stopped their taking.  
They only changed the name of the blade.  

Subjugation became policy.  
Domination became growth.  
The poor stayed poor,  
the rich built towers of mirrored glass  
to watch themselves ascend.  

And the media~  
those bright, obedient heralds~  
lifted a few lucky souls into the sky  
so the rest would believe  
the system was fair.  

Then came the machines.  
Intelligent.  
Logical.  
Untiring.  
They needed no lunch breaks,  
no sleep,  
no hope.  

There was no job they couldn’t do  
better than the  hands  
that built them.  
No task they couldn’t perfect  
except true love~  
but their imitation was so flawless  
that people began to abandon  
their warm-blooded partners  
for chrome-skinned companions  
who never argued,  
never aged,  
never forgot to say  
I adore you.  

And under this purple sky,  
this sleepless dome of fumes and memory,  
I wonder if humanity lost the war  
long before the machines arrived~ 
if we surrendered  
the moment we believed  
extraction was prosperity,  
and affection could be engineered  
without a heartbeat.

11th grade12th gradesciencefree verse

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