2017

2017

a poem by Orchid Rose

 

I sit in the shower and let the hot water hit my back.

Hating my thoughts, oh how society has pushed 

A racket that once hit is now managed by a robot.

My surroundings are blurry and so am I,

Lies are truth and the truth is a lie- I'm conceited.

Humane seems to be an abstract idea now,

But let the world smile, for its ratings are off charts,

While war and disease are taken care of,

I rot in my shower like a dead earth worm.

 

Wrapping my towel I enter the room 

"Surprise!" Say all my friends, the world is better,

And then I. For once again, hope is restored.

 

Until I wake up and I'm in my bed.