Damnation

A piece depicting a dystopian society.

Do you remember when the nightmare began?
When humanity watched it's own reflection blink?
The monster wasn't under our beds, or in our closets.
It was much closer. But we felt safe. Unstoppable.
It was always within our shell of desire to create,
But with it came destruction, as is the natural order of things.
Day follows night as life follows death,
But man became machine, and it all turned to hell.
Creation and destruction purged their rot,
Intertwining and becoming only damnation.
We lived in graveyards with the audacity to call them cities,
We preached peace by the blind divine judgement of a rifle.
Every coin, every note, every bill, doused and drenched in blood.
There was no remorse for the bludgeoned stillborn,
The starved, the blind, the mother,
Swaying gently from a girder soon into a grinder.
We drowned the sound of screaming children with corporations,
Not a drop of blood spilt as we choked them with scapegoats and excuses.
We became greed, consumed by vanity,
We played a requiem but only for our sanity.
Our reflection laughed, it laughed like a thousand hellbound demons,
While our shadow of weak and starving cowered in fear.
The monster was never under the bed.
When Pandora opened the box, there was no hope.

Reviews

[Author Rucha Joshi]

Prose poetry is such a rare these days! Thanks for writing this!
AMAZING!
keep it up!!

[writersblood78]

Ah! The good ol days. Yeah, I remember. And even though I would like to forget, the Shadow's still pissed. Good writing though. GOD BLESS MAN!!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"we lived in graveyards with the audacity to call them cities"

i lived in one until i was nine...then it was nice field of dreams, now it is a graveyard, as are most cities....vanity and greed have poisoned those dreams...and once that pandora's box is opened....

all that once was good leaks out...and we become the monster.

this is an excellent, topical poem on the state of the world...

definitely dystopian.

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:: my universe was crushed by a right wing... regressive... religious cult... and initially... this is how i viewed the world around me... :: i see things differently now but i would not like to forget what happened... the wise say that those who forget history are condemned to repeat it... so i'm glad i read this poem...

[Terpsichore]

A powerful statement and absolutely true. This world has become a monstrous place and there is only us that the finger of blame can truly be pointed at.

'We drowned the sound of screaming children with corporations,' In a poem of hard hitting lines, that cuts to the bone.

T

[Michael Hart]

Thank you =]

[Eliza Mae]

Wow...

So much to take in..

This is a nicely written poem, I'm such a fan. The imagery you instill in the reader's mind of hope and hopelessness, man vs man, audacity and fear. "Blind divine judgement of a rifle", "lived in graveyards... to call them cities", drowning the "sound of screaming children with corporations". In my opinion, you fully captured the fitting description of Dystopian. BRAVO, Michael!