Poetry : Dystopia… or not !

In this nomadic set so offbeat
A tense world, mixed with fear and blood
From the fine needle to your swollen muscle
The heavy and slow poison deafens, emperated.

Bludgeoned, deranged, all dazed
You stretch out your arm to believe you are free
And this mesh that traces itself in your body
Stigma of a life broken in the background.

Mask to the nettles, that’s what they say
Your brain frozen on an exquisite vacation
When deep inside you, a future is crawling
Which may be as cold as a wall.

In this moving set so fearful
A headless monster with disastrous effects
Advance on sweets like a sweet gift
Syringe on golden plate to tempt you.

Stunned, amazed, all without thinking
Faced with the sacrosanct vaccine, a genuflection
It’s time to put the madness on hold
That drags you towards the aftermath of sanity.

Dystopia… or not !

Marie-Ange Herman

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