Blind Cat

The old cat walks slowly,
Sensing his way with nose and whisker.
"He is all used up...," the machine proclaims,
"...needs to hurry up and die."

Today, I saw the truth of truths.
There was no mass sung,
No eulogy was read,
No shadow cast from sun,
No symphony for the dead,
No glory for the fallen,
No, nothing done nor said.

For the truth is lies.
And the truth was lies.
And the truth,
as always,
Will be a lie.

Lay a rose for humanity
at the monument that juts from
the twisted steel of our truths.
The shatered concrete of
our hardened hearts, the unbending
mechanique of our society.
Our unending blood soaked legacy is as
forever as it is radioactive.

And the Creator, with a tear,
Reached down on that last morning,
And touched the old, used up,
Blind cat, and said,
"Come you home to me, my friend,
And I will tell you your name."


Felidae

As always beautiful and touching.

Thank you, Patches...

I have no clue as to where the inspiration for this verse came from, but I have been observing how human society has become so feelingless and well, mechanical. (at least western and mid-eastern societies.)

I sometimes feel as if the 'machine' of society exists only to use resources, destroy lives and feed on souls. I guess it was my little statement on how we as a society treat those that are old and used up.

I was not in a good mood when I wrote this, and as always, after writting when I feel like bad, I feel better.

All the best,

ADT

Society has become a bunch of robots. And followers. Its sad.