Recycled Nation

[_sunshinegirl]

Welcome to the world of now,
techno-color fills the frowns
Romance at a single click,
popularity at your finger tips
Television tells the tales,
Of pre-paid souls packaged to sell
Wandering hearts, broken pride,
Hallow bodies with no life inside
Dream on little dreamer,
Of brighter days
When love flows freely,
Bullets don’t fall like rain
Pass the years,
with you head in the clouds
Careful not to feel,
Always looking down
Become one with the Earth,
your mission is complete
Never achieving anything real,
aside from nurishing the next fleet


*edit
I posted this numerous places and recieved a comment from someone I know saying this was too 'depressing' to me mine. While it is mine, but I don't look at it as depressing. It is a figurative poem about society, not actual life or death. Inspirtation : Project 86

 

[GodFlute2]

sad, but real.

 

[Caprice]

I agree, real indeed. No doubt about it.

 

[Lessien]

That is sad, but so real.

 

[_sunshinegirl]

Thanks ya'll.
I mean it is real, but not sad if you live a life for Christ, or if Christ is your driving force.
Society and pop culture should just have a *danger* sign.

 

[WhenFinallySetFree777]

Very cool. You have rhyming, but it doesn't make your poem sound 3rd-gradish - that can be hard to pull off. Kudos. It almost reminds me of a U2 song, to be honest (that would be an enormous compliment from me). Nice work on a genuine and polished poem.