Fly to the North

war poem, futuristic

With the floods at our heels

We fly to the north

Hoping for salvation

From the cold of winter.

Winter and summer have switched

And the poles have become the equator.

No one living remembers

The day when freedom existed.

We are memories of the past

And we fly to the north

With the floods at our heels

Hoping for salvation.

We dare not pray.

They have sealed our lips shut.

With wires as thread

They have sewn our eyes closed.

And technology reigns

As the supreme president

Over acres of land

That we dare not forget

As we fly to the north

With the floods at our heels.

They are floods made of blood

From years upon years

Of war in this world

Over power and safety.

But how safe is war?

We wonder

As we fly to the north

With the floods at our heels

Our homeland a wasteland

Of bodies and tears

And the winters that come

Without end through the fields

And the corpses that walk

Armed with lasers to kill.

They are hunting for us

And we shall not escape.

But we only can hope

For one more peaceful day.

But no one remembers

The meaning of peace

So we fly to the north

With the flood at our heels

In hopes that the north

Will remember the ills

That they said would befall

Those who knew what peace was

In this world built on war

Over power and safety.

But how safe is war?

We wonder

As bombs filled with blood

Infect flood after flood

Of deformities crawling

To each generation.

The killing wont stop

‘Till we form a new nation

Built on power and safety

And reclaim our role

As ruler and deity.

So we fly to the north

With the flood at our heels

And we hope,

We pray

For salvation.

 

 

Author's Note

2nd posting, hurray for restoration!

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[Andromeda]

I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!