“Trinity”

The matrix all around us
the agents too are there
and wandering unconsciously
a dog its heart as rare
as any on this planet
for it had faced great wrath
injured and infested
and on a downward path
down into dementia
the pit of grimmest grime
the poor soul given all the grief
and camped in its own slime
burned with other injuries
its rotting flesh, the smell
the maggots, it was horrendous
descending into hell
the humans had a part in it
subjecting this sweet soul
to life on earth
to hell on earth
which had to be its role
we are degenerating
into this nasty mess
the day is coming nearer
when there will be no redress
what we have allowed to happen
in this the digital age
is far beyond imaginable
its completely off the page