Believed right prevailed and my generation was cool
Fell into the trap of being controlled
Believed the world could be made whole.
Born after the War and worldwide depression
Government propaganda made an impression
Spiritually seeking on the interior
Moon landing made us feel superior.
Music expressed our deepest yearning
A new world full of youthful churning
Believed we were special big changes coming
Long hair, miniskirts and guitars strumming.
Drugs to relax some to find God
Woodstock ideals girls with hot bods
Love grass helped us keep it together
Braving the storm through all types of weather.
Lost our way preferred seeking riches
Abandoned enlightenment for profitable niches
Beatles and Hendrix morphed into Rap
Music became twerking repetitive crap.
Telephones became mobile and video recorders
Camera, Internet and Siri to place orders
Life’s essential device all in one place
Everything we do became simple to trace.
Climate propaganda kids think life will cease
United Nations manipulated tyranny increased
Life to be made unlivable and worse
Divide and conquer to destroy us on purpose.
Blacks and Whites cannot live together
Both forgetting that they are brothers
Hatred of Whites and festering vengeance
A future together of this there’s no chance.
Young take delight tearing down history
Soon they’ll forget what made us free
Brain damaged purposely by government
Kids grow up to become compliant.
The goal is one government for entire world
People will be forced to do as they’re told
No possessions or countries like Lennon said
Most of the world’s people will soon be dead.
Remaining slobs will play Hunger Games
Future generations by genetic gains
Humans join AI become the Cyborg
Through Hive Mind fetus umbilical cord.
Privacy and joy will be eliminated
Prescription drugs to keep all sated
Truth will become the first casualty
People will be told “there’s nothing to see”.
My hope is that humans will wake up
Take back their freedom with any luck
Powerful people want total control
They’ll stop at nothing to take your soul.
Stephanie Ellis (England)
DO YOU HAVE THE TIME?
Stephanie Ellis writes dark speculative prose and poetry and has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies. Her poetry has been published in the Horror Writers Association’s Poetry Showcase Volume 6 and her latest stories include Asylum of Shadows (Demain Publishing’s Short Sharp Shocks series), and Snowbooks industrial horror anthology, Thread of the Infinite. She is co-editor and contributor at The Infernal Clock and also co-editor of Trembling With Fear, HorrorTree.com’s online magazine. She is an affiliate member of the HWA.
Website: https://stephanieellis.org
Excuse me, do you have the time?
You asked, in such a timid way
Yes, I said
And you looked, you gave me a look
Which I took and fashioned it for my own
To be sewn into a mask
Reflecting back at you
Oh, you want the numbers
Digital or analogue, GMT or PST
Or even PTSD perhaps
Minutes, seconds, hours 
