Soylent-Future

SOYLENT FUTURE Always left to pick up your pieces HAIR AS FIRE Words fly like lead Stares sharper than switchblades And when did you end up dead? Where did I lose you? When did I become a liar? Laying in screaming Grass blades Blood drains but oxygen increases And the opposite of death happens instead A birth, a creation to bemire My shattered remains is spread into thousands of pieces Over hundreds of miles - then eaten. A live grenade – an exposed wire Preach your doom, spread your dread Soylent rot once disposed Landfills, cementary piles Now ignorantly fed. Soylent Green Prophetically showed Humanity is leading to cannibalism Fooled to feast on our own. End. Dec. 29th 2014