5000 A.D.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem about end-times in 5000 A.D.

Submitted: December 05, 2012

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Unlock your poetic potential, Devil--

Take it out on a helpless people, without religious armor--

There needs to be a cornerstone somewhere!

But we are not backing down, silly clown;

Pain upon a grandmother's face.

Now the bag ladies with toy dolls--

Include abusive mannerisms often,

But those are the ones we could not help;

People buzzing around like insects here.

A man fell down and talked in tongues,

Embracing raindrops on his tongue.

Although he held onto a mud puddle,

He only amused his heart to muddle.

The tent cities are emerging people--

Better grab a church steeple--

A night's rest often heals,

But the donkey carts are coming!

The donkey carts are coming!

The agency rounds up the young men,

And they will be used like buffalo or bison,

Nobody here is a zoo professional.

Used, yes, to pull the wagons--

Or anything the agency needs.

The big city, old Europe-America, now hesitates...

Asking to be rebuilt after the plagues of humanity;

Destroyed like Jerusalem...

And the sirens scream & there is sewer gas everywhere.

Adrenalin is sold on the streets again--

Junkies out for a tidbit again--

Addicted to their own hormones--

Now the insects come at you like a train,

Insects in pounds, taking you over, taking you.


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