Person unknown

I can hear the train mummer in the distance while the city yells

 

When she, screams

 

As she, cries

 

Out of fear, a few laughs as while

 

Constant motion blends with flashing colors, forcing false volition on to one another

 

Barricaded by a dome of dead dreams

 

Where inside

 

Of her

 

The City

 

Beautiful skies made of encrypted numbers casting artificial lights,

Methodical pulls actual sight from each subject

 

(This is a Trap)

 

Until natural wants, intertwine with nature's needs.

Creating a dead space for big brother

 

In plain sight, he covertly works on his next puzzle, without backlash or struggle, big brother begins his long con

 

Planted seeds of doubt, instantly sprouts, blossoming into "reasons" for her

 

The City

 

To join his side

 

Creating problems with readymade solutions

 

Causing confusion

 

Forcing the city to rely on him

 

Blindly accepting her, the city’s new false God.

 

Buying his, manufactured “fee will”, equipped with a state of the art GPS service

 

Just in case a few subjects fall out of line

 

(You can leave)

 

In time

 

Every single cell will be connected, each other becoming an investment,

 

To be sent out with one purpose, to follow the motion

 

As years gain, she, the city, breaks

 

Chosen subjects seeks out protection from the shadows, begin searching for new answers outside of their dome

 

Away from their own

 

Never looking in the right direction, left alone homes they should have stepped in

 

It just

 

Felt

 

Too aggressive

 

If only she, the city, took the time to learn about her sections, what made her whole

 

(It’s becoming too late)

 

But each time she, the city, breaks out or get close to a breakthrough

 

Big brother’s, LED lasers rip apart unsuspecting faces

 

Creating a mask of media

 

Filling ever ounce of her, the city, mass, with media

 

Beating her, the city, into his image

 

Beating her, the city, until the ground work is finished

 

Simply, repeatedly, just beating her…..her

 

While I do nothing, but simple listen, to the train mummer in the distance

(sorry)

Author's Note

My mind wrote two poems at one time.. sorry, might take a couple of reads.