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Silicon
by Steve BabaTechnology is king
In this vain city
So wrapped in the
Future that it
Doesn't know
It is devoid of soul.
Gleaming Mercedes
Homeless man
Cross the same cracked streets
Under the shadows
Of million dollar
Playgrounds owned
By dictator kings
Of chip technology
Virtual reality
Digital dreams.
Not even the wind
Can clean this stinking
Smell of rotten money.
Gutted corpses made
Of silicon and copper
Lay indisposed in
The dry grating heat.
They run at full speed
Towards the cliff
Never seen
But always there
Fall down crashing
Into the
Darkness once again.
The Valley was once
A beautiful place long
Ago, so pleasant
So tranquil.
It has since long gone
Engulfed by the
Jungles of apples
And windows.
And the virus has come
To claim it all.
01/02/2007 Posted on 01/03/2007
Copyright © 2024 Steve Baba
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 01/04/07 at 03:43 AM "... Jungles of apples ..." reminds me so much of Adam and Eve, with being tempted into tasting the apple. Taste success in the form of money, nice cars, rich food, mansions and most cannot be tempted back to where they were before. Too much is never enough. Then there was this: "And the virus has come
To claim it all." ... killer ending. You were so right on with this whole poem. This is going in my favorites.
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| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/16/07 at 11:54 AM good one |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 11/23/08 at 05:12 PM Excellent! What a striking commentary on excess... alisa |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 09/08/10 at 02:09 PM ...steve, congrats on POTD annnnd a good pome. |
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