Left Vacant To Dust Like Useless Property Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Minds burned out.
Thoughts displaced.
Those who fell asleep,
Awakened...
To find themselves,
Crawling on their knees.
Not remembering their own names.
OR who it was their pretensions should pleased.

Something happened overnight!
Could this be an infectious new designer disease?
To market after hyping minds to incite.

Something created in a laboratory...
And backfiring in a way,
That accidently misplaces an effective opportunity.
To have those who had once do the suppressing...
Witnessed in a mindlessness,
And left with no thoughts to express.
Is not as surprising as some might expect.

Poisonous minds...
Over time reflect this!

And left vacant to dust like useless property.
Could be the revelation on the horizon,
Those 'meek' of the Earth shall see?