The era of the abacus is over;
computers rule today.
No longer is free thought welcome;
we’re drones until the grave.
Yes, speech is still “free,”
but “freedom” is also chained;
our Mark Twain’s grow fewer
as our rights fly away.
The masses begin to crumble,
caught up in self-loathing.
No one’s willing to take a stand,
and thus our world becomes damned.
Injustice, not justice rules here,
iron-gloved and vile,
quick to make an example of anyone
who steps a fraction outside their bounds.
A hundred frowns replace one smile
as our society descends;
no longer free men are we,
but slaves of them.
About the Creator
Edward Val
I'm a poet by nature and a Soldier by trade and my writing reflects my experiences not only in life but also in war. I use writing as way to express myself and deal with the horrors I've seen and hope my words can help my fellow Veterans.
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