Arid: The Crypteia’s Aftermath
A Poem
Engulfed in the desert's parched silence
I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind
We knew how it would begin
But didn’t foresee the end
The hell unleashed
The rage
All of us locked in this cage
Of righteous
“Justified” outrage
Our lives are so short
And they only make them shorter
While they sit back
And collect every dime and quarter
But they did it
They finally did it
They leveled the playing field
By destroying it all
It was our final curtain call
Now we wonder this wasteland
Rotting alive
Wishing we could take one last dive
Nothing is safe to eat or drink
Because the safety gates were lost long ago
Now humanity lives
One foot out of the hole
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Comments (2)
Frighteningly prescient & all too real.
Well Written