Surrounded by broken utopias I stand,
On a brave new world, in a brave new land.
Our Ford he was the man,
Who showed us the way we can:
Forget history, forget biology, forget morality,
Progress, progress, progress to our reality,
Produce, produce and consume,
Produce, produce, produce and resume!
Born to be satisfied with my lot in life,
Born to work and cause no strife,
Delta classed and not Alpha,
My caste pre-set by the Director.
I heard this strange word – conservation,
Something about environmental preservation.
Now why would we do that?
Everything I know is grown from the vat!
Recycling might be handy if it cuts costs
And increases profits without imposts,
But if we exhaust this world,
We move on in the universe uncurled.
Alone you say? I was formed in a batch,
Lots of little siblings helped me hatch.
I with them and them with me,
There is no need for friendship and family.
2017
Categories:
imposts, science fiction, society,
Form: Rhyme
Peace and war
Why should the world like a magdalene
Cry over the war heinous atrocities
Abide reaping scores of casualties like sardines
Castigate fate and disregard unbridled hostilities
Why should the world license instead
War merchants over our destiny preside
Amble leisurely and upon our values tread
Inundate the market and imposts hide
Why should the world continue to swallow this bait
Let arms dealers bedevil our feeble minds
Turn a deaf ear to quandary and so peace ignite
Bury the hatchet and peace pipe light
We will tarry to God insistently implore
Yet bring war criminals to justice and terminate this folklore.
Categories:
imposts, abuse, anger, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme