They built this shiny cell
For you to live in
Adorned with their icons
Painted with their lies
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
They paved this golden path
For you to follow
Your grave is waiting on
Step by step you fall
They don`t trick me
For I am not like you
You`re a robot
Living in Metropolis
“We are the mechanism
Wheels in the gears of society
We are indifferent
Servants of the gods of anxiety”
Wake up they`re selling you a lie
And it`s all for greed
Wake up they`re telling you a joke
And the joke is on you
Metropolis








Repeating Metropolis was clever, it reinforces “selling the lie.”
Brava, poet.
Thank you kindly.
Powerfully penned, Keith. Another classic write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate the kind words.
In discussing “Metropolis” as a horror film, we reveal not only the fears of the 20th century—mechanization, alienation, control but also the terrors that still haunt us: the loss of empathy, the rise of the machine, and the collapse of humanity in the face of the system. It is a silent, structural, and profoundly relevant horror.
Fantastic poem, Keith.
Thank you my good friend Paulo. I appreciate the feedback.