It Was Here That I SawA Poem by James RamsayIt was here that I saw Bleeding red and skin raw, My whole generation Lying dead on the floor. Eyes bubble to boil from Nucleonic black screens, Eye white liquid boiling Popping warm with disease, Our visions were stolen by the Flash of a screen.
Burning retinas and pupils Till they fizzle and fuse, With fires of packed houses And American shoes, Selling life in its parody Here I saw my own youth, It’s heart cut wide open Desperate for the truth.
But we’re cut; we are cut by our dad’s
expectation, For a life filled with debt for a hated
vocation, Minds numb with fear, From confused association. We learn nothing that has Not already been told, For the world and the life Has already grown old. The world she has given All she can give, And now she’s retiring With no reason to live.
We have stepped outside The city's vast ocean, At the end of mankind I'm sick of this notion, That we must accomplish And make our own mark, But Life’s all for nothing And soon will be dark, As our history melts Into the dissolve, With the past all forgotten Life free of resolve. © 2014 James RamsayAuthor's Note
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