Fiction comes alive,
Dystopian visions thrive,
In Cities world wide.
A Clockwork Orange,
Lord or the Flies, Brave New World,
Nineteen Eighty Four.
Animal Farm and,
Fahrenheit Four Fifty One,
All have come to pass.
And they will perdure,
If we defend what's clearly,
Indefensible.
Feed a hungry beast,
It will grow and it will thrive,
And eat you alive.
Likewise criminals,
Who thrive when no consequence,
Attach to their crimes.
When crimes are excused,
And criminals deemed victims,
What should we expect?
Poverty, racism,
Broken homes, addiction, vice,
Contribute to crime.
But crime's true root cause,
Is immoral criminals,
And their enablers.
Moral compass lost,
Confident blind fools lead us,
On perdition's road.
When did we forget,
That the road to hell is paved,
With good intentions?
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
Fiction comes alive,
Dystopian visions thrive,
In Cities world wide.
A Clockwork Orange,
Lord or the Flies, Brave New World,
Nineteen Eighty Four.
Animal Farm and,
Fahrenheit Four Fifty One,
All have come to pass.
And they will perdure,
If we defend what's clearly,
Indefensible.
Feed a hungry beast,
It will grow and it will thrive,
And eat you alive.
Likewise criminals,
Who thrive when no consequence,
Attach to their crimes.
When crimes are excused,
And criminals deemed victims,
What should we expect?
Poverty, racism,
Broken homes, addiction, vice,
Contribute to crime.
But crime's true root cause,
Is immoral criminals,
And their enablers.
Moral compass lost,
Confident blind fools lead us,
On perdition's road.
When did we forget,
That the road to hell is paved,
With good intentions?
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