DYSTOPIA 

​A concept once imagined

A theory once propounded 

An era that served as fodder 

For the world of media 
I wake up day after day

Unsure whether I am asleep or awake

Situations I once witnessed on screen alone 

Manifesting themselves around my vicinity 
Fiction becomes fact

Fact becomes reality 

Reality becomes happenings 

Happenings become now
Hope rests like a lily in the mire

Struggling for survival 

The cesspool of bleakness drowning it slowly 

Its petals waning from asphyxiation 
Alas not all is lost yet

Spores emanate from the dying lily

Spreading to little bits of fertile land

For in the face of darkness 

Little hope still reigns 

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