Time's Machine (Poetry)

The Morlocks rule old London Town
poor Eloi roam the streets
there’s monsters ticking underground
where Time’s machine still beats

The Flower Era’s passed away
free love and peace all gone
they’ve ushered in the Despot’s Day
a callous world rolls on

that’s lost all colour — drab’s the new
sad uniform of choice
they excommunicate those few
who flaunt a rebel’s voice

and question every law that’s made
while revolution hums
the rich sip cocktails in the shade
the homeless prime their guns

Time always wins — the wicked pass
years chip away at stone
bones turn to dust beneath the grass
while Truth stands up alone