The day after yesterday

Yes, modern today.
Where sounds of birds chirping have been replaced by the the sounds of cell phones ringing. The green of trees, replaced by your computer's wallpaper. And clouds, replaced by a dark smog, left out by industries that manufacture anti-pollutants...
Seemingly, this is the today, we were expecting yesterday. We've covered giant leaps, accomplished what not, and gone where no man has gone before.

And this going everywhere has resulted in a situation. A situation no less ordinary, but "extra"-ordinary. It's situations when you come to say "..been there, done that..".

Maybe, we are going to a morbid future. Machines be taking our places, so what will we do when they get fixed? Will we visit mass unemployment, the end? Or an apocalyptic rescue, sending us to salvation?

I don't know. Just read the poem for now.

The Future Collapse by abhas1

I've locked myself in a dark black room,
only to watch the flowers bloom,
It's all in my head,
'cause there is no bed,
and everyone is dead,
in the near future,
where kids are tutors,
preaching hate,
while practicing fate,
and at the rate
this is going,
bankrupt is 'Boeing',
all the leaders are going,
showing, but not knowing,
own land's innocent blood is flowing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's morbid ghosts are towing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's peace is nowhere growing...
[not knowing, death is not slowing]
own land's death is not slowing...
[not knowing, life is not showing...]