Pandora’s box was opened.
Stripped down scapegoats
sacrificed to slurred chants
and filled out football stadiums
as the cinematic promises
of the future once projected
decades ago proved as false
as the next promised paradise.
Release the hounds,
the drones and all the nukes!
Paradise was finally found
………….burnt down,
lost along with truth and
everything else as the price
of life got cheaper by the day.
Wormholes were stumbled
upon whilst looking for
another planet to gatecrash
as we tampered with time –
The East became interested
in dinosaur skin suits and
The West got a taste for
deep fried dinosaur pieces
and we found out the reason
dinosaurs became extinct
had been us all along.
Meanwhile Henry VIII
became an inflated reality star:
“Kiss, Marry or Kill?”
and European settlers sailed
to the new world to
make America great again.
Messages came from designer
nuclear bunkers to tent cities
that this was what freedom
looked like.
In circles,
some dared to whisper
that it was the beginning
of the end,
but it wasn’t.
It was simply the end
of the beginning.
Gwil James Thomas is a novelist, poet and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. He is a Best of The Net nominee whose work can be found widely in print and also online. His fourth poetry chapbook titled Writing Beer, Drinking Poetry will be published soon by Concrete Meat Press.