by Martin John Rawlinson
Published on: Jul 3, 2005
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Type: Poetry


The System is cracking, the world's cracking, society is folding, the older generations are crumbling, their ideas are collapsing, their ways are bending, their future is ending, but what is taking their place? Prodigals of themselves, duplicates of another time, what hope has the world? People are just duplicates of yesterday, what future lies in store? A regimented system, schools, offices, factories, a life-geared to the system, whose system? The government, the police, the army, the system, people controlled, herded together like animals by the system, they want this because they don't know any other System.

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