The Future World

The era of new age dawning,

Breaking down the outmoded cage,

Countries shining with lights,

But deprived of human lives,

Automatons whirling and twirling,

Giving life to the soulless cities,

No one above the laws,

No emotions, No flaws,

No crimes, No cries

Bounded to zero’s and one’s,

Peaceful as one might claim,

An ideal world one would crave,

It’s the silence after a storm,

Silence louder than before,

At the heart of the city,

Lay a massive palace,

Home of the creator,

Home of their gods,

The television buzzing in black and white,

The table spilled with rotten food,

The room once clean and bright,

Covered with moths at night,

At the corner of the room

Was a lab,

With new parts for robots,

And instructions for that,

Blueprints lay all over the room,

Covered in dirt was a photo,

Depicting the achievement,

That once this god has achieved,

At the corner of a room,

Was a study table,

The dimly lit room,

Made hard to look,

Lay a man siting on a chair,

Eyes shut peacefully,

Mouth wide open,

Spectacles on the table,

Blood spilled everywhere

Killed by his own creations,

The robots ruling the place,

While the master dozed to endless sleep.