Deus Ex MachinaA Poem by Moflo"God out of the machine," as used commonly in Greek Tragedies. Basically, my response to all the judgment day predictions that have flooded the world, including tomorrow's.
The gavel's bang will be louder
Than any clap of thunder ever was, And hordes of families hug like puzzle Pieces, intertwined like complex shrubs. The chorus will sing Oo's and Ah's As His glory from a rope embarks: A shopping cart trapezes soaring, Lights brighter than the brightest stars. The cogs of human left and right, Their hearts beat faster, grow more weaker, And Medea, for her actions, cries! Antigone's future grows more meeker! The good, the bad, the human life: Some cry, some fret, some more serene, Curse the past they cannot change, Accept their futures like a dream. While clocks still tick and birds still chirp, The arena patrons rise and clap! And elsewhere, off the stage, we sit While horses neigh and dumb dogs nap. The Evengel's chase us up trees, Macduff swipes sword at Macbeth's head, And Spring time brings its yearly bud To trees, unaware they'll soon be dead! So with all the human flaws exploited And right and wrong still etched in stone, Should not some great force apprehend The souls who need preform atone? The World is deviating faster! Beliefs, used tissues, scattered trash; Our performance needs a retribution, An ending! One that's harsh and rash! So judgment Day will be more tragic Than any Greek play ever seen! But I can't help to understand Its us who built this DAMN Machine! © 2011 MofloAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on May 20, 2011 Last Updated on May 20, 2011 AuthorMofloNYAboutI am a 26 year old recent college grad trying to establish myself. Recently moved back to NY from Pennsylvania and looking for work. Now working on becoming an English teacher. more..Writing
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