People In The Future

I feel jealous of people in the future
Who don't have to toil like slaves
Maybe having some peace of mind
Living in shiny contented domes
Or perhaps the robots will kill them
Well at least they'd have finality
An end to the loathing and despair
No more wandering through rubble
Through all this emotional rubble
With certainty their race was run
That they lost all their motivation
Realising there was no meaning
Beside forms of psychotic predation
Worthlessly striving without purpose