Dystopia.exe (Error 404)

Foreword

We live in a world where adults are too braindead to realize the truth, leading our world to disaster by following authoritarians like Trump and Putin. No longer just embers, the fire is burning. We all stand by as it grows larger, and we’re thrown into dystopia. At the end of days, this will serve as a lesson to my generation and future generations. Generation Alpha and Generation Beta will rise from the ashes created by Boomers and Generation X – starting the flood Millennials and Zoomers had so many chances to unleash, but they’ve instead become the most idle generation. They follow evil while blinded by false promises of wealth, kissing the hand of narcissists such as Musk. The inferno and its servants will be washed away. This isn’t a dream; it’s a promise. Run while you still can. We’re coming when we’ve grown.

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Poem: Dystopia.exe (Error 404) [free-verse]

Dystopia is what they downloaded
when they said “Make America Great” —
now the whole system is glitching,
Trump’s tweets a virus
infecting the newsfeed,
turning allies into .jpegs of Putin’s smirk.
We’re all stuck buffering
in a lobby called “Who Unplugged Democracy?”

Ukraine is just Call of Duty: Real Blood Edition —
no pause button, no cheat codes,
just moms on TikTok crying
over bombed-out playgrounds.
Dystopia autoplays next:
“Watch Now or Skip Forever?”
The algorithm picks for us.

School is a broken tutorial:
“Democracy Works!” posters pixelate
into flat memes. Teachers recycle
“Checks and balances!” like it’s not slang
for “your voice don’t matter.”
Dystopia is the pop quiz
we never studied for.

Our generation has got PTSD
from livestreamed wars and comment-section wars,
stomachs full of “thoughts and prayers”
that taste like expired Doritos.
Dystopia is the influencer
selling apocalypse merch —
“World’s End? Grab the Limited Edition Cap!”

BUT
we’re the glitch they can’t patch:
Sneakers stomping protests into hallways,
AirPods blasting rage-rap anthems,
fingers screenshotting their lies
before they hit delete.
Dystopia is scared of us —
we crash systems just by breathing.

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