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
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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