Lost to the faded covers
The books not read, just
dust
As the wonder of it all, just
chokes those who never read
The stories played out
Digital dreams that move
The wise, leaving the rest to
wonder why anyone cared
as the towns rot the people
left to find a life that
never existed
The lie of our father’s cursed
us, yet we failed to see it
Grasping for a freedom
we never had, but believed
we had rights that were a
Fabricated fiction that
chained the masses more effectively
than any chain ever could
A manufactured dream,
Old as the towns left to
Rot, a testimony to the
A Fallacy
Perpetuated
A Lie
Achieved

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe