Forty Years Later

They don't need us anymore, except to pay
The debts we've run up, buying things they
Sold to us which came from overseas.
We weren't supposed to end this way.
The prophets told us, in the future, what we'd
Need would be provided by machines.
We wouldn't work, and all, together,
Would be wealthy, all a smiling, classless
Mass. The prophesies are proven wrong.
Our lords have learned to look for people
Who will take a pittance wage. They're
Not so costly as machines, and our lords
Found they weren't so fond of others
Having what they had. How can one
Be sure one's better when there's but a
Single class? And, so, they set themselves
Apart, and say to all the rest of us, “Pay
In silence. Go away. We have no need
Of you.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-18 at 15:29

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