The Future Is Damned Poem by Gary Diamond

I don't fear the future.
I know what it holds.
But that doesn't mean it doesn't concern me
Because it does.

The ubiquity of poverty on a dying planet
The end of an easy gait and fluorescent supermarkets
All that shall perish
All shall be run dry.

While medical science thrived on a hearty premise
And strong were the souls who lent their hands
In the end the results were negative.
Curing diseases in the first world
Only caused over-population to escalate.

In ten or twenty years a box of cereal will be worth
One hundred of any currency where it's now worth one.
More so if it contains harvested wheat
More so if oil-powered machines caused it's creation.

People will scour the history books to recall
How and why our elders managed to scrimp and save.
It's just too bad many of our forgotten veterans
Will once again be useful
In experience and wartime action
Even beyond the grave.

It was another repetition.
A war started by an over-confident bunch of men
Who represented a dictatorship while hiding
Behind the smokey blanket of democracy
That leads seamlessly and inevitably
To rationing, to conditioning
To people creating vast fortunes
From human misery.

Just remember modern society thrives off your desires
That planting the seed of aquisition in your hollow mind
Fills it out and encourages your shallow desires
To eat you alive.

Well in time you'll want for less than you do now.
You'll have to spend a fortune to be content with
The very few possessions and drive I hold now
And would set aflame
And dropp into a river
Just to laugh at the looks on your faces.