S.A.V.I.O.U.R
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
1. S.A.V.I.O.U.R
A piston shaped shrine with a golden line
in the middle of an open field
No-one gets slaughtered, no-one gets killed
within. The creatures occupying
These buildings aren’t people; they are
sceptered siblings
Over the spiky skyline of an artificial Eden
white clouds drift around
and inside all people work with all fury
and seldom utter a sound
The people awake in the middle of a nightmare,
I wonder if they know?
From behind the remains of their slaughtered brains
protrude the symbol of the master of their lives
A computer called S.A.V.I.O.U.R controls their behavior
They are slaves. They are forever lost.
A long time ago a leader named Lawrence
Put up a not so brilliant performance
On seeking solution for crime, poverty, war and
pollution, he said to his aide:
“I want the wisest, you choose them.”
After many a brainless attempt had been made
An old man entered and on the table he lay
A manifold marked ‘SAVIOUR’
“The only you’ll choose of the only two keys,
the other’s so simple I’ll just tell you quickly;
Stop all machines, all factories
roll up the tar, live in peace.
Now this is not what you choose,
the other is just as much win as lose.”
“A short explanation of SAVIOUR
the sole aviator of our race
He’s a computer mounted behind the brain
connected with infinite delicacy
it controls all voluntary movement.
Your life will be programmed, down to the second,
you will have no time to waste.”
In that block building over yonder
bigger than the Empire State
it has stored in it all information
gathered from every place
Great concrete construction!
Co-coordinator of each function
every fraction, every fashion
every face.
He has acquired ultimate efficiency
He has quadrupled production
He has reached absolute management
There is zero crime
The same living standard for all
all the way down the line
No war, no revolt
no ability to fault
Economy boosted, population controlled
Diseases depressed, famine forgotten
No negligence, no accidents
High quality produce, no unemployment
All items issued, useless commodities gone
All your needs met, your life is set
to abide in your mate the machine
No love, no feeling
no-one goes reeling in pain from
a broken heart
No comprehension of loss
when the time comes to permanently part
No future, no fate
no need to hate
just lead your apparently endless life
as you have, up to date
(I doubt you have much choice mate)
Born a doctor, or a professor, at that
Born for whatever you’re best apt
The surveyor is saying, he knows not what
but I assure you he’s not incorrect
He is merely an instrument, ever so fragile
and his keeper sees that he’s well kept:
Has…he…eaten…enough…not…working…too…hard
Make…sure…he…gets…a…good…two…hours…rest.
And on he will go staring blankly
with those unseeing eyes
not hoping for a future, unaware of the present,
oblivious of his hollow past
Like the sun and stars swing
in their eternal rings
the people follow their incessant routines
It might not continue forever
but before long they’ll blend
and become one with
SAVIOUR