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Modern apocalypse

Modern apocalypse

society has drugged some people into the idea that if we have money we will be happy
Turning people into brainless hungry zombie
Never having a enough
Always searching the lowest of wastelands for more 

Society has built us into soldiers
Robotic and grey
Gave of us the ability to make choices
But put us on restricted mode
the robots are slowly turning to rust
Yet they march forever more

Society has given a dystopia 
Out of a utopia
By making us feel like we have choices
distracting us 
Lying  and saying
That everything fine
But the air is ash
And our minds are trash

the modern apocalypse

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Tony Taylor

Although I find the write well delivered and somewhat controversially inspiring....I cannot agree with 'guts' of the subject matter.......I don't believe that all of humanity can be lumped into one categorically pointed direction.... for surely, not everyone's mind is trash...... and surely, if a poet, such as yourself, has the ability to write & recognize this universal threat you've so eloquently conveyed here..... then surely, there is hope for us all........ enjoyed this dear poet sister!!......WELCOME to COSMO!!.......... Look forward to more!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?
 

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Patrick Paul

"Society has given a dystopia 
Out of a utopia
By making us feel like we have choices
distracting us" 

very true

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