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The Future's Past
In this world of humans
 We mask our ignorance with noise
 And our noise
 With ignorance
 
 Our hearts beat as one
 With the pulse
 Of electronic chatter
 And rattling machines
 
 We cower under skyscrapers
 That are alive with un-living sound
 Buzzing printers
 Humming elevators
 Chiming phones
 
 Walking with dead songs in our ears
 Plugged into iPods
 By plastic coated wires
 We chain ourselves 
 To ourselves
 
 
 We keep away 
 Creating new clatter
 To block the destruction already made
 And laugh when we are found out
 
 Truth is ignored
 Because it’s easier to scream back
 Than silently listen
 
 Flying over the only beauty 
 That we have left untouched
 We are like birds
 Monstrous, devouring birds
 That roar and grind
 
 The song and whistle of sparrows
 After a muffling rain
 Is drowned by the cheeps
 Of plastic toys
 
 And the thrum
 The flow of the sea is smothered
 Frozen by whirring, blasting motors
 That leave froth along the waves
 
 And the silent rustle
 Of a thousand silky leaves
 Goes unheard
 When a car whizzes past
 Fast on synthetic feet
 Too quick to catch
 
 The eagle’s cry
 Desperate and sad
 And full of strength
 Is lost
 Outside our closed doors
 
 And so,
 Into the future we proceed
 Hand in hand
 With the distorting theme song 
 Of our lives
 It will tear our roots from the ground
 And bind our wings
 With metallic chords
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