For the children of Ludd
The fallacy of school was a lesson learnt
They taught us to be passé
Edified in yesterdays ways
Relics of living memory
Oblivious to tomorrow
Ill equipped for this dawning age
The factories fell silent
Heartland of communities no more
The dead hubbub of engines
Replaced the vibrancy of life
Mechanical drones mocking spent labour
A sea of blue collars flows to hardship
The tide of change leaves them cap in hand
Our future is pushing buttons
Switching switches
We are ghosts of the machine
Haunted by precision
And opportunity denied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah, in the Wastelands 'eh? Yeah, I follow yer, 'tis one of me greatest/fantastic obsessions it is. The DT series that is, not followin' yer. lol Thought I should clarify that, number one fan 'n' all that yer know. I definitely am gonna have to dig yer rendition of Ludd here though, 'tis cool. Keep well, 'Anna