Unexpected Saviors, Part Iv
...IV.
My vision began to flux oddly,
vomit came and went from my throat,
my balance shifted here and there,
once again, like I was on a boat.
And then I was back inside it,
looking out from that great machine,
my fellows looked on, I focused,
told myself this was not a dream.
They all pressed in, wanted to know
where I had gone and what I saw,
but just then the MPs broke in,
shouting,”Stop! You’re breaking the law!”
The military was not pleased
we’d experimented on men,
the ringleaders were arrested,
all our machines taken, and then
They just turned and let me go free,
I wasn’t one of the top minds,
I tried to tell them what I saw,
but they laughed, did not have the time.
I reach out to the astronomers,
said to look for a meteor group,
few took my words seriously,
I’ve not heard back from those who do.
Leaving me stuck with cold knowledge,
a Cassandra none care to hear,
I keep saying when doom will come,
as mad as that makes me appear.
So I’ve changed fields to robots,
work longer hours than anyone,
so our unexpected saviors
will be ready when the day comes.
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