The Prologue

The Prologue
by Dan Ankers


When they wrangled them all
and the trucks were full
and Enough was Enough.
When the Genetic Gifts were
all listed, the driftwood were rounded up
The Garbage bag twisted
With The Help Of The Military Enlisted
The End of That Age came upon Us
When we were finally freed from the
Cancerous Scum, that had refused
to pay, had refused to contribute.
We were resolute in our reasoning and
our government's scientists were never wrong.
These aberrations were never really citizens, like us
They were vermin, a long undefined scourge, Never
Determined, before this. Never exposed.
But now the genetic Code, had  been so evidently understood
It Painted these unrepentant people into algorithmic falsehoods.
Gave them notions of freedom never ending,
Notions of talents and abilities, abnormal,
Fiscally compromising. Relatively Unusable
So! you could light a trash-can on fire with your mind
Sometimes!? That doesn't make you special.
That doesn't increase our profits,
And we as a nation, are what matters,
Not the individual people
We're just numbers