Future Shock 7

In the broken jaws
of night, urban guerillas
prowl these plagued streets in
growing numbers. For they are
finally free from
the cold steel chains and terrors
of society.
Wild eyed, they look for a fix
under starless skies.
O watch out for those search lights!
Watch out boys and girls
for the agents and actors
with the mark of Cain
on their foreheads. Do stay safe.
The eyes of power
stare down from great glass towers
at all citizens
Nothing can escape their gaze.
These telescopic
eyes monitor subversive
ways and means until
total control is achieved.
Yet like all fragile
empires this corrupt regime
will fall. Cracks appear
When they are least expected.
Warnings come through
in waves like gods or angels
in flight. This moving
towards the precipice is
the nemesis of
all fake, clown-like narcissists.
Mirrors on their walls
reflect the utter darkness
of these depraved souls
who are deluded by visions
of blood and glory,
which are always short-lived. No
type of Thousand Year
Reich will survive. For there will
be a fateful Day
of Reckoning that judges all.