A Writers History Poem by Christopher Cariad

Everything I have ever wrote
was fiction.
Crazy how it all came to life.
Swirling around in the words of my past.
Seeing the future they have created,
The world they have predicted.
This planet is spiraling out of control.
Morals have all but been whittled away.
Leaving a mark in the history books
of a generation formed, molded by its inconsistencies.
A loss of justice and law,
We"ve become a bunch of crooks,
fighting to make it to the top.