The red glow of the dome malfunctioned.
And the thunderous droning became silent.
The Cyborgs shut down and stood dormant.
Was this the work of a God….He was the new Executioner appointed…
Ordered to kill inhabitants at thirty.
He suspected much wrong doings,
from 'elders' he found in hiding.His instinct then guided him solely
to the water supply for their tower….
Poisoning the water the best option.
The death of the 'elders' was swift…Life, in the 'Sectors' found new reason.
No orders relayed for their function.
Men ,women and children, all celebrate united…
However they must remain within the Dome city.The air outside is still poison. It's the year 3030.
And it will take another millennium to clean it.
But the people are happily counting on long lives,
sharing and watching their families grow old.The inhabitants owe their lives to a good man.
And he was known as 'Executioner'…
There is peace for now, in 'Eden'…
And the price to keep it this way?… Is prayer!TeAnne © June 23. 1999
FOOTNOTE:
Feed back on this series is said to remind the reader
of a TV program titled 'Logan's Run'...
I would like to point out that my series of poems
is in no way related to said program.
My poems are pure fabrication on my part.
I have never seen 'Logan's Run'