Poetry – The Day Will Come

The Day Will Come

The day came

When the last bird croaked;

When the last breath

Of fresh air

Blew across the last blade of grass;

And everyone walked about

In protective suits,

Breathing manufactured air

Pumped in

From the chemical plants.

But they were no longer human.

Opher – 24.7.2019

The day will come.

We are laying down the framework for the future. It can be whatever we want. But instead of making sensible decisions we are drifting along in a consumer nightmare. Mindlessly we are stumbling like sheep towards the abattoir. The day will come but we don’t have to help it on its way.

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