Tomorrow's Humans

A possible future, of several possible causes

The Children of New Zion waste nothing,
It's cool down there,
Underneath the baking summer ground,
Under field and lake and town,
Under civilization of old, stretching up, up, up,
Contrasting New World Standard,
Tunneling down and down and down,
Spiral staircases into blackness.

Aged storytellers spin yarns of days of yore,
Nighttime skies with stars, planets, and more,
Tales of vast forests of green,
Wide seas that gleam,
In energizing, harmless sun rays,
Unbelievable myths.
Fairytales.
Never again.

These inhabitants,
These cave dwellers,
Free to roam an endless network,
Caverns linked by hallways,
No borders.
No more walls.
No more wars.
No more knocking at your neighbor's doors.
Just come on in,
How can we help you?
Community.

If their father's fathers had just understood,
Why'd things have to get so bad,
To be so good?

Reviews

[TheFemininePad]

That's a pretty interesting poem. It feels like a reference to The Matrix where the inhabitants of Zion would be free to do what they want. This is a decent poem, but I just don't feel the power behind the poem. My suggestion would be to search through your emotions, and add a personal experience to your writing.

[Megan]

I like this. Not really much else I can say about it.