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Anarchy, dystopia, Manchurian Candidate, mind control, Poem, Poetry, programming, rubaiyat, scifi, totalitarianism
The walking signal flashes red,
it triggers numbness in my head.
Why must I wait? Where is my will?
What if I could just walk instead?
The “GO” of green, yet I stand still.
Strange torture. “GO!” I’ve had my fill!
I’ve trouble otherwheres, beside
suppressing urges, thoughts to kill.
My mind betrays with lingering stride.
Manchines now come with forced decide.
They’ll take me to the training place,
where ” Two plus two is four.” Denied!
And as they come with thoughtless pace,
I find my heart begins to race.
My feet go next! The woods replace
the cow-eyed stare, and mind has space!
It’s open link night over at DversePoets, come stay awhile.
kinda scary when you stat talking re-education…maybe stalling at the green was you little act of defiance at being told when you could go and stop…smiles.
This one is completely fictional…one for a set of these to be possibly bound at a later date. Personally, I don’t give any regard to the traffic signals..I watch the traffic myself, and don’t mind jaywalking at any time.
I would be the hell outta dodge should anything remotely like this occur, and possibly for a few other reasons besides.
Did you know they estimate 30,000 drones flying in the skies of the U.S. within 7 1/2 years? Nuts..and only one reason for that. I am reminded of the movie “They Live”. Not a great movie, but quite the memorable one.
ha i love that movie….rowdy roddy piper with the sunglasses…but ugh… i feel you….not looking forward to any kinda future like that…
I very much enjoyed that!
And thanks for your visit to my blog today, and for your fun contribution to this week’s Limerick-Off!
Glad you liked it.
The traffic signal works well for you metaphor here,
Yes, it does. Thanks for stopping by. 🙂
an act of rebellion probably..