|What Have We Become?
Author: Lexy797 PM
In a society where humanity seems a joke, where we are merely puppets who cannot seem to think for ourselves, we are all too easily controlled. We must ask ourselves, what have we become?Rated: Fiction K - English - Horror/Angst - Words: 287 - Reviews: 5 - Published: 04-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3011468
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((A/N: When I began this I wasn't quite sure where I was going with it but I'm fairly happy with how it turned out. Seeing as it's about 3:30 in the morning all of this may come off as a pointless rant to you, so I apologize in advance, lol. I had to write it down though; the poetry bunny seems to have thrown itself at me tonight- if a very morbid poetry bunny. Please review and tell me what you think, and if you're not completely appalled at how terrible this is, please read its sister poem called Not With a Bang but With a Whimper.))
Unthinking unseeing unknowing unquestioning
Like robots, like puppets we continue on
With blank stares and fixed expressions
Wooden limbs and stiffened tendons
Slackened jaws and shallow breaths
Slowed heartbeats and halting steps
What have we become?
The Puppeteer has an easy job it seems
For not one of us seem able to
Resist the tug of the strings
Subjected to the whims of the
Powers that be we have fallen
Into coma into stupor into darkness
Oh humanity, what have we become?
Blind is what we are; delirious and
Stupefied, unresisting the steel claw of control
The needlelike fingers digging into our minds
Forcing lies down our throats until
Civilization is on trial on the verge of collapse
As governments fail and markets crash
As people starve and people die
We hear their cries as cities burn
But we do not hear them
Until it is too late to end it
Too late to snip our strings
Too late to go back
Too late to save ourselves
As we are forced back in line.