((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.