hanging by a thread

hanging by a thread

A Poem by RuseInex

when the electricity stops

the last electron flow

at speed of light through fiber optics,

stops


movement through glass threads,

the last electron flow

through the copper cables,

stops


from the dams

from the nuclear power plants

into our homes

our cell phones

computers,

our homes,

when the transmissions

stop


when data, its flow

stops


when all manner of reaction,

all manner of emotion,

temper tantrums 

don't work

never did


when madness,

mayhem,

bewilderment,

astonishment,

weeping,

anger,

violence,

apathy,

never stop


the young will allow

their anger,

unquenched rebellion,

no more channels

no cable t.v.

no streaming of the multitude of devices,

no touch of interface

disconnect

no media flow,

data bits

stop


fear


trees have hard bark,

the birds can fly to the highest branches

they can fly to the mountains


we have skin

we cannot fly

outside the grid


where is the oil for our lamps?

where are the lamps?

where are our books

where is the bible?


how can you study when hungry,

naked and cold?

in the darkness

devoid of light

the hammer strikes


how can you resist?

in our specialized society,

we depend on

vast populations of people

to deliver our food, our clothing,

our needs

our heat

our shelter

our pleasures


where will they be during

a neutron detonation above our cities?


you and i must call upon the Lord

there is no other way

prepare now


underground bunkers,

bugging out,

doomsday prepping

cannot quarantee your survival,

or eternal destiny

your eternal salvation depends on it

this is the last generation

calling upon the Lord God

the God of creation

is now

© 2018 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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