The grasses are as green as ever
The cow is ready for slaughter
The sun rises upon the farm tools in the balcony
Only the sound of the
Dancing grass is heard and some flying animals
The children's movements become slower,
Everywhere is as it should be, but before my realization...

It's afternoon, the sun is at it's peak
I'm sweating in some clothes that aren't mine
I'm on the grass, but this isn't mine
Some men are standing with whips while some are kneeling on the grass
I rebelled against this action of what they called "slavery"
But in moments, i am being slaughtered with a fellow man who stole food
I had said my last prayers 
The equipped man had struck my neck, until...

I'm outside again, the sun isn't as harsh as before
The grasses aren't green anymore Neither are there people on it
The buildings are obstructing the sunset
Life is around, but doesn't feel like it
Everybody is sluggish and holding what they call phones
Their billboards and advertisements encourage pornography and homosexuality 
I weep in confusion on the once green grass

When i open my eyes, all i see is fire and walking machines
What people thought would be invisible buildings and transparent phones
Are broken houses and dead humans
The robots are having tea and laughing at their jokes
The fire is the only source of illumination, the sun 
Has disappeared
The moon stared at the calamity that has fallen on earth.
And there i was, standing
On patched grass, not healthy
But artificial.
As the man who travelled through time

THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BY ADENIYI JOSEPH