Tomorrow's Humans

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A possible future

The Children of New Zion waste nothing,

It's cool down there,

Underneath the baking summer ground,

Under field and lake and town,

Under civilization of old, stretching up, up, up,

Contrasting New World Standard,

Tunneling down and down and down,

Spiral staircases into blackness.

Aged storytellers spin yarns of days of yore,

Nighttime skies with stars, planets, and more,

Tales of vast forests of green,

Wide seas that gleam,

In energizing, harmless sun rays,

Unbelievable myths.


Never again.

These inhabitants,

These cave dwellers,

Free to roam an endless network,

Caverns linked by hallways,

No borders.

No more walls.

No more wars.

No more knocking at your neighbor's doors.

Just come on in,

How can we help you?


If their father's fathers had just understood,

Why'd things have to get so bad, To be so good?

Submitted: January 05, 2011

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Nice free verse poem dear:)
i like the last line specially.

Wed, January 5th, 2011 11:29pm

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