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I am haunted by a vision.
There is ample land.
There is ample seed.
There are ample waters.
Yet, because of wars,
All of this has disappeared.
Men live in domes
Where the sky is bronze
And the ground is iron.
Israel is protected by Iron Dome
Which is a dome
And not a missile system.
Outside of the domes
Are dirt, bare, deserted wastelands.
Trillions of men live in termite clustered houses;
And they ready to fight the domes.
To bring down the domes’ wall.
Outside, there is communism.
Inside there is Utopian capitalism.
Outside, the men are sticks;
They are tiny men, feral,
With breast implants and orifices;
Genderless, sexless, raceless…
Techno Cyber Punks---
A homogeneous blob
Fed by injections.
They swarm the pleasure domes
Getting destroyed by nuclear weapons
And their blood becomes rain.