Lockdown 2040

Shaunmatthewcpoetry

Predictive programming strikes once again,

On the Resident Evil save screen back then.

A newspaper article stating lockdown 2040,

I find these witchcraft spells rather naughty.

A new fear after 2039 and ringing in this year, 

We're prodded insects trying to dodge a spear.

None of these outbreaks seem natural in the slightest,

Like they are created in labs purposely, I do detest.

Social credit score systems have silenced dissent,

Every law meant to be righteous, in their favour it's bent.

False hope is a written script that's recited up on stage,

The antichrist spirit will fall but unfortunately rules this age.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Dystopian in nature this poem is dark and predictive of future downfall but ultimately has a brighter aspect. Nicely written

  • orchidee

    Aww, E.T. would have to go back home in a lockdown. lol.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Shaun, “We’re prodded insects trying to dodge a spear” is the line that really grabbed me here. It’s chaotic, anxious, and dehumanizing in exactly the way the poem wants to feel. That image lingers long after the read. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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