Dystopia
Smoke pumping into the sky,
A Gothic Skyline filled with black
Black architecture,
Dominating a brooding landscape
Clanking cogs grinding,
Making an inhuman scream
People walking silently,
In black uniform lines
No individuality survives,
Everyone dressed the same, skin pale to the eye
Morbidly cold to the touch,
Mere machines
Blackness permeating everywhere,
Flesh providing no warmth
I dream of what the world could have been like,
Full of colour and life, full of creativity and uniqueness
No place to voice my ideas,
Dangerous ideas crushed by those in control
Part of one collective mind,
Merely a subjugated citizen!
A Gothic Skyline filled with black
Black architecture,
Dominating a brooding landscape
Clanking cogs grinding,
Making an inhuman scream
People walking silently,
In black uniform lines
No individuality survives,
Everyone dressed the same, skin pale to the eye
Morbidly cold to the touch,
Mere machines
Blackness permeating everywhere,
Flesh providing no warmth
I dream of what the world could have been like,
Full of colour and life, full of creativity and uniqueness
No place to voice my ideas,
Dangerous ideas crushed by those in control
Part of one collective mind,
Merely a subjugated citizen!
Josh Gibbens
ANALYSIS: This poet has taken the idea of a dystopian society and explicated it by alluding the readers mind into the world of a dystopia. Although most do not know they are in a dystopia, Gibbens allows us to see from the outside looking in. He describes the uniformity which takes away individual power and the "colour" of life turned to "blackness". This poet uses extreme imagery and detail to show the readers how wrong and inhabitable dystopias can be and even uses "I" to put himself in the world, so we can see it through his eyes, rather than hear it from his mouth. This author truly grasps how a dystopia can and will be regardless of the extreme nature of one and the non-extremes of others.
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