Playthings

Separatist orders are barked down 

through a distorted Tanoy overhead,

I'm making my way across country 

on the last train out of zone 1, 

plumes of smoke bellow skyward 

where the civilised use to fill their lives 

with cheap entertainment, 

any survivors become ‘playthings’

for the killing machines

the construction of insurmountable outer walls 

divide communities into open air prisons,

self-made rat runs allow those with a spine

to exit undetected, they’ll head

to the coast of Penzance, 

rumour has it organic mankind will regroup 

and reproduce in the caves hidden within the cliff sides, 

future cities have suffered record numbers of casualties, 

mechanised soldiers have cleared the streets of human life, 

all corpses are taken off to regeneration facilities 

where they'll be fused with prosthetic bodies,

brains have been removed and replaced with 

updatable wireless modules that enable 

machine learning at lightning speeds,

any organic residue detected

in the ‘old’ mind matter will be syphoned out 

using fibreoptic threads and sent direct

to the central processing unit,

once analysed, redistribution will take place

transferring real life experience 

into a machine with a faultless human image,

over the coming years military efficiency

will erase any sense of moral dignity

when A.I starts pulling the strings

all humans become “playthings”