By Nullus
My Reading:
A brightly lit room,
Flickering screen,
Books on the shelf,
Coffee with cream.
In a small country not too far away,
The sun rose and set as it does every day.
A man lived alone,
Always agrees,
His life was good,
Relative ease.
Pleasures abound in his tiny country.
What care did he have? There was always plenty.
As the years went by,
Everything changed,
The man grew old,
And he felt caged.
Drinking his coffee and cursing his youth,
He started to read and discovered the truth.
It was straightforward,
Simple and true,
Logically sound,
Instinctive too.
The world he knew was explicitly dead,
Looking out his window confirmed what he read.
Action was needed,
He was one man.
What could he do?
He made a plan.
He closed all his doors and he stepped outside,
A few moments later his fears would subside.
The plan was simple,
Nothing too grim,
Simple placard,
All on a whim.
Hastily written with no time to waste,
Simple words that read: I will not be replaced!
That fateful morning,
A group walked by,
Blocking the path,
They occupy.
Hysteria, hatred filling their veins,
Their leader is haughty, derides and complains.
This world is different,
You don’t belong,
We’ll call the cops,
And you will be strung!
Realizing that it was far too late,
The world he remembered was just a dreamscape.
The police arrive,
See the placard,
Look at the man.
Where is your card?
These words are forbidden by the great hive,
Sir, you have violated rule 45!
In a dimly lit room,
Nothing the same,
Sitting alone,
Legs to a chain.
In a small country not too far away,
A man sits alone awaiting his last day.
© Nullus 2019
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