The Matix Poem

by jonathan lane

i wrote this poem as part of a creative writing class and just thought i'd post it here. please tell me what you think. i don't like it that much, so a negitive review won't offend me.

Nathan Porrata

The Matrix

Here we are of this earth,

going about our lives as if we are the Gods

of the universe. With a complacency that only

man can produce, we set about building

an empire

of steel and concrete.

An empire of towering skyscrapers, piercing

the heavens like the Tower of Babel

reaching out to God,

burying beneath them the bones of the men who spent their sweat and blood to build them. We went about the globe confident that we were the creators

of our fate, rulers of the world we had

created for ourselves. But beyond the walls of our eyes is a world that we can not see.

A world of beautiful ashes, and of terrible

life. Where the few

among us who were able to see past this world of lies know the truth and despair. The truth

that man is not the master of this

world but a slave. Slaves of our own

making. In a land of gasping dust we wither away to nothing, our energy being stripped away

to feed the new masters of the earth. The new

masters of humanity.