Dystopian Nightmares
Born under black skies with no expectations
- Born under black skies with no expectations
- We crawl through our paralyzing pantomime of life
- Awaiting resurrection the great unwashed seethe
- In quiet desperation we accept our condition fatally
- Is this the present
- Can we call this life
- And for the future utopian dystopian or death
- Thirty million voices slogging through the undergrowth
- As islands in prosperity they fuel it with their blood
- In total separation they scavenge for their daily bread
- Forgotten citizens a class in themselves lost at sea
- Is this the present
- Can we call this life
- And for the future utopian dystopian or death
- What have they worked for
- These dreams in the gutter unspent
- Desire traded for dearth
- And hope for destitution
- As eaters and eaten break bread
- They learn their trades in time
- But the teacher must be taught just as well
- And as such this tragedy unfolds
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