Man's Hunter

A dystopian society is what we get to observe through this poem while the protagonist and his consciousness talk and build an idea of hopelessness.

It looks the same

Everything colorful

New items on display

The city shines bright 

Buildings still gray

Billboards shine brightest of all

People's eyes glow even from walls

I stand here in the crowd

Their hair changing each way

Cars travel along their way

Neon marks the day

We've blocked out the sun

I can't tell if it's day

But the skyscrapers never fade

We never have bad days

Ain't technology God on Earth

It killed every horrible cry, crime, grim, 

All without pay

"Work little children. No never breaks!"

That's probably what they say

The crowd walks uncoordinated

Shoving each other out of the way

We walk snugly 

To where we all know

To where the same place 

To where we suffer in place

Walk toward the hell

No one likes it there

But none shall rebel

We walk past some markets

All closed down

Their iron gates shutting us out

They glow too

"God, I'm a fool.

What am I doing?

Born a tool

Born into only viewing

Doing well in school

I followed the rule

Ever since I was cooing

They told me what I should be pursuing 

I was never cruel 

In class I never let out drool

The teachers said I was never losing

That I was producing!

That I wasn't a stool

A fool!

A tool!

Great!

Another tear for the pool"

The crowd moves silently 

People push and shove

Moving so tightly

The buildings glow blue and red

The cars hover overhead

There is no dread

Science made it dead

Soul?

Nien, leave that unsaid

Unread

Undid

Never consider it a thread.

Hey, I see the tower ahead!

"I have no friends."

The crowd moves and pretend

"They wish to..."

The crowd walk glassy-eyed

"I know they wish to cry."

They ran out of their supply

"Of what you ask?"

They wish to be happy.

They wish to be together

They wish to know each other

They wish and stand next to each other

Never even utter goodbye

All wish to die

So, demand came high

The want of getting high”

"No one cares about effects in life.

Simply what feels right, at least, for a time.

They get up the next morning

Angry they gave half of it to last night.

They throw up and cry.

The pain never subsides."

We walk to the tower

It stands grander than all that's grand

People don't wish to stand

They want to throw themselves down

Sobbing on their knees

Giving out a plea

"They know they lack something.

A small piece they need

Just a piece in their life

In order to be complete."

Even the ones with the given lovers

We all dance, together we suffer!

"He works and works, his brain taken over.

I search for man

But he is busy.

Enslave one another

And never say

Be secrete

So that you may play.

He works and works

For minimum pay.

Walk home tired 

unable to do anything for the day

And you wonder why?

You cry at the end of the day.

Oh, grand soul, 

We have killed you

Murder!

Us murders of all Murders

The grandest knife wielders

Sliced you open

Head to toe

And let you fall.

Oh grand soul,

Grand spirit,

I can no longer say sorry

For I still wear the gloves.

I still hunt in thy name

Where has man gone,

Locked in a cage

To where he mopes and cries

Shrinks and dies

I wish for a return

But you are a fire with no burn

A pile of coal not even firm."

Oh, grand spirit I don't wish for thy

You already died,

A fire with no burn

What a state of mind

To shout and say

We suffer and know not of why

We walk alone and suffer

Pray to rid of ourselves

We are hell! 

Drugs, pills, needles, no need for a strong will

No need for soul

When taken care of so well.

"He cries still."

I don't even care, go to hell.

The crowd walks

Left foot, right

Left foot, right

Never look at each other's eyes.

Tears welt but never gave way

Tired, tired

It consumes their lives

Bags sink

Will shrinks 

"Time for the pill!"

A voice shrills 

"A dose of strong will."

The buildings shine brightly

Billboards emit the most

New items always being the host

We march forward

To the office space

Left foot, right

Left foot, right.