Fourth dimensional cubes
Controlled by heads
Bourgeois are carefully packaged in one
Petty-bourgeois in another
The indigent squashed in larger cubes
Forked tongue, snake-heads guard the elite
As they need peaceful festivities
Darkness covers the sky
The elders speak of the once radiant sunshine
Younglings imaginings mute
They are droids cemented in metal frames
Tetrahedrons stealthy slither
Bringing in the egalitarian tide
To destroy the dreamscape pyramid
Constructed by hegemony
Humanity is now free
To be…
Laura Mostert resides in the Western Cape. She has a degree in education and is currently a high school teacher.
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An accurate commentary on modern day society yet there’s a glimmer of hope that we as humans can make this world better. Amazing poem and an amazing poet. Well done!