2017
a Poem by Raquel Swann
I used to imagine a world,
When I was younger
Which was overrun
By flying cars
And skyways
Built above ground
Napping as I jetted off to work
Not a care in the world.
Autopilot on my helicraft
Or watching TV shows
Whilst the voice of a robot
Coaxed me into watching
The in flight movie
Tailored especially for
My diverse tastes.
As I look around now
Thirty some odd years later
I notice the growing hatred
Fueled by racial and social divide
Cars won’t fly
And they shouldn’t.
For on the ground
Nazis march again
Against all that is good
In this world.
Dancing to familiar tunes
With a old message meant
For a different time
When humanity was naive
And reckless.
When we were divided.
Will I out live these dark times
Or will they out live me.
I’m not so sure any longer.
Friends arguing with friends
Over a man who cares not
For anyone or anything
But the lining of his pocket.
2017, you disappoint me,
And the little children
Who simply wanted
Cars to fly.
