nuketown
- peterb
- Nov 30, 2021
- 1 min read
lower the voting age
see if they care.
enlarge the drafting cage
halt to find pair.
in such a realm of happy pills
and food from windows broken.
who's distinguished lochness hills
guard the white wood from the token.
i've seen the footage
don't doubt how i know,
i've heard the stoppage
of souls reach for no sky-glow.
up the orange brother
watch if we accept.
the cow that drops recorder
keep up such souls - adept.
in such silent mannequin display
with scent of grass and gassoline.
not a heart to serve a tray
or mouth to master's mescaline.

This poem was based on an almost eerie dream I once had of how a society is built on specialization in trade and conformity under a system. I guess you could classify this as a nightmare, and furthermore, I believe we all have this sort of worst-case scenario image deep in our minds that we fear more than fear itself. I hope you enjoy and find some truth in this poem in your own life :)