Ostranenie Nightmare – WDPWP Poetry Prompt # 011

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe live in a world of our own creation.
Born in an age of technical revolution.
Thinking we’d better our lot on Earth,
We’re lost in this gone-off devolution,
Sad age of sour milk and cyclamates,
Our only values weighed in dollars and cents,
Our devil is another Value Added Tax,
On the next shoddy toy that we want to buy,
Made in factories of an emerging nation…

Our factories closed, since capital decided
The working people earned far too much.
Cities moulder and decay as economies die,
Whole families become homeless,
Tension grows, young people kill themselves
And their fellow students,
In a secular libertarian promised land
Gone sour, without love for humanity.

Whilst children toil and die to keep prices down,
Everything in the west in now imported.
Oh no, I exaggerate, we still excel in creating,
Nutrition-free food full of cheap new chemicals.
Oh “Brave New World” that’s ’round the corner
Of passive eugenic biological robots,
With pet tested allergic-free
Electronic chips to control them,
Culture-free schools to educate them,
And health programmes created to eliminate,
The excess.

Dystopian nightmare over,
I awoke, to write this poem,
Born, from sombre contemplation
Of dictats, made by just one nation,
Whose ideals are attractive,
But whose roots are rotten.
For liberty, is not buying power,
Nor is man, more than a small part
Of the Universe, we call creation.
Evolution is not the next new invention
of some mad industrial scientist,
But learning to take a step beyond
Our self-centred vision of life
Moving foreward, going beyond,
Our symian nature.
Written for Prompt #011 of We Drink Because We’re Poets

From: NamaKo London - pinterest.com/namakolondon

From: NamaKo London – pinterest.com/namakolondon

Sahm’s Prompt: November 27, 2013 – The Chip

WDBWP’s Wednesday Story Prompt is interesting:

Prompt: Imagine a future where the current currencies of the world have been replaced by other kinds of currency.

Ok…time for a little dystopian speculation!OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

The Chip

Everyone is issued a social security number and a credit chip implant at birth since 2212. On every chip 10,000 credits are deposited.  That was the solution the elders invented to guarantee that all people start life out in perfect equal.  Of course if your parents are rich chances are your 10,000 credits just builds up interest and you might never really need to use them at all.

Most people by the time they reach 18  have little or nothing left on their account.  The credits have been long spent on education.  That’s not a real problem of course since  people are offered their first job by the elders when they’re 18.  Working is one of the ways to make your credits raise.

Problems begin when you can’t keep your job, unfortunately that can easily happen in this time of crisis, but if you’ve a little imagination, and you work hard, you can solve the problem.

When your credit runs out, it must be rebuilt within two months.  You can do this by getting another job or a gov-loan or priv-loan.  The alternative is that the chip “retires” you.  Once you reach a certain age, like 60,  you usually can’t find work anymore or get a loan since  you’ll never be able to pay it back, so it’s only logical that you are put into “retirement”.

Recently a lot of people have lost their jobs because the factories have closed down and no one wants to risk their credits at this moment, especially on the young and inexperienced. This means that priv-loans are nearly non-existent.  The gov is not issuing loans at this time, no credit surplus. So yes, sadly, even many young people have gone into early “retirement”.  But we don’t have those horrible social blights of the past … homelessness and welfare!

To check up on how many credits you have, you just go on-line.  When you go shopping there is a code reader in every shop so you can pay from your account.  Of course, you can also buy stuff on-line using your Social Security chip.

We live in great prosperity thanks to our free enterprise society.  Everyone is born equal.  No one is a parasite on the community!


There must be a mistake!  My account just went into the red.  My account’s been hacked!

OH GOD NO ………….

Power Short: Gaia




The acid rains have stopped.  We now have plants again, since the rain is clean.  We still have to filter out the heavy metals before drinking the stuff…but now we can collect the rain water for washing.

Many ruins remain to testify to the ancient’s building powers.  Poor burnt out things; sometimes you’ll find doors opening onto thin air.

Our wise ones, the poets saved many books and seeds from the fanatic’s fires, we can read and have dictionaries.  After the burnings, we, their descendents, returned from hiding; the fanatics were gone.

May all thanks be raised to Gaia.

For Bastet’s Writing Prompts: Power Shorts

The genre for Bastet’s Writing Prompts is: Dystopian Political Fantasy…

The Camps

What are those rows of low dank buildings?

There live the subversive sub-humans who refuse to partake in a true democratic society.  If allowed to walk among honest citizens we’d return to the dark ages.  They believe themselves artists sometimes poets.  Yet, they refuse sacred scriptures and TV unlike true artists!

For 15 hours each day the dissidents receive instructions on honest living: how to buy on credit, reality TV, political purity etc are taught.

The democratically elected government in its wisdom has recycled their leaders. Still, they proliferate like rats and new leaders arise.  They call themselves: freedom writers.