The Waste Land Revisted, A T.S. Elliott inspired poem in the key of Bob Dylan

I. Digital Dead Blues
 
April’s wind, it’s blowin’ cold, machines rise, tales are told,
Robots walk, where flowers once bloomed,
In the shadow of bytes, humanity’s doomed.
But don’t close your eyes, don’t turn away,
There’s a new dawn waitin’, a brighter day.
 
II. The GMO Song
 
Ladies speak, in hushed tones so low,
Of engineered crops, and the GMO.
Fire’s artificial, but her skin’s real cold,
Modern marvels around, yet the heart’s grown old.
 
III. River of Codes
 
Down by the river, algorithms flow,
Factory smoke rises, the world’s in woe.
But in every shadow, in every gust,
There’s a song of hope, in the dust.
 
IV. Drowning Towers
 
Cities were tall, now they’re deep beneath,
A watery grave, a world in grief.
But above the tide, above the pain,
Whispers of change, dance in the rain.
 
V. Thunder’s Echo
 
In the twilight, when towers fall,
Listen closely, to the thunder’s call.
In its roar, in its mighty sound,
Lies a promise, a world unbound.
 
VI. Machine’s Serenade
 
Old piano sits, in the neon light,
Its song lost, to the digital night.
But memories, they don’t fade away,
The tune will return, come what may.
 
VII. Wired Wood
 
Where once was timber, now cables sprawl,
Digital heartbeats, echoing the call.
Yet in every chord, in every line,
The human soul, continues to shine.
 
VIII. The Answer, My Friend
 
Beyond the screens, beyond the machines,
Lie dreams of green, and clear blue streams.
Where tech serves man, not the other way round,
In that harmonious tune, our future’s found.
 
IX. Solar Blues
 
In the heart of the city, where wires wind,
Green stories of old, in the air you’ll find.
Solar dreams, and the wind’s embrace,
Nature and tech, in a loving grace.
 
X. Sage’s Tale
 
Down the alley, a wise man sings,
Of past, future, and mechanized things.
“Embrace the tool, but keep your soul,
In your hands, the future you hold.”
 
Finale
Here on this crossroad, we all stand,
With a choice, with destiny in our hand.
Won’t end in a whimper, but a song so grand,
Strum your guitar, together we’ll band.

Copyright Matthew A. Roberts 2023