Stagnation

Walking 

Through the broken streets,

I can see masses of the dead.

They shuffle past me, 

Heading toward crumbling buildings.

They crawl in and out,

Moving as the authority demands.

I join them.

White hand commands all

Here.

Living or dead

Within or out

of the 

ruined cities.

They have right to our flesh

And have a purpose for us all.

Whether we wish it, or no.

Me and mine witnessed the downfall.

I'd like to think we fought it,

But maybe the hand

Had that in it's

Plan.

I'll tell you of the bear.

He came to the city to create.

He was an artist, 

Like all of us.

His canvas was the fire,

His works,

cuisine. 

He aspired to white hats

And stained aprons.

In the end, it became his trap.

White hand offered him luxury,

working the gruel factory.

I'll speak of the anarchist.

He was a maverick.

By some accounts, 

Still is.

He wanted to show the world something

New,

Using his camera.

When He learned of the authority,

He fought them 

Tooth

And

Nail.

Never stopped.

They took him away, 

Eventually,

When it was clear he would not 

Conform.

The reeducation camps Are

Costly.

I think it's his family

They profit from.

I'll explain the poet.

My old me.

He wished only to write.

Show the world change through his work.

Novels and poetry would

Bleed 

From his 

Pen.

He became complacent.

Stagnant.

Only seeking out continuation,

Of a story that 

Should have ended.

The white 

Demanded him to

Chronicle,

So he became 

I.

The world began to crumble under their oppression

And all stayed the same.

The end came with no grand catastrophe.

No cataclysm.

It was just here,

One day.

This is the 

Nightmare I

Saw.

One i'd avoid.

An end We would change.

There is still Time.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

weather or whether?

whatever line this is has the following typo (I'm not f*****g counting lines damn it)
"When He ;earned of the authority,"

Aren't you ever the optimist? How adorable.

[The Poet of Black Wings]

ah, piss. now i have to change that five different times.

[Davidgeo]

it's a b***h aint it?

[The Poet of Black Wings]

always is :l but all is fixed now and my editor has received a firm talking to! My computer shant be letting me use the wrong right words anytime soon!

[The Poet of Black Wings]

.... or was it the wrong right words... hmmm.