Wrong Path.

 Just a thought.

Our Future

Once upon a time,
in our not so distant past
stood a beautiful, a unique world,
laden with promise,
a world where our future was open,
our potential vast.
Now, seduced by glinting tinsel of the mad
our reason quivers
on the edge of a dark abyss.
We have created a world
where wastelands abound
where we
the many, the marginalised, the ordinary,
struggle to survive in voracity that astounds
are seduced
to create wastelands in our minds,
slowly accepting chaos
in a world of insanity.
Here corporate monsters
of hypocrisy, contradictions,
sever the fragile cord
that unites being with being

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Strange Success.

 

     Sad poems, happy poems, thoughtful poems and down right depressing poems, there's room for them all, for that is the territory of the human mind.

Strange Success.

Strangest success story

since life's incubation,

built slowly

generation after generation,

driven by greed

by force, determination,

culminating

in vicious exploitation.

Putting the weak

to the sword

soon the strong

learn to hoard,

the thief

his bloody plunder stored

by the looted

now is adored.

Finally achieving

the pinnacle of the plan,

reconstruction

of the ape called man,

on co-operation

a total ban,

the era of competition

now began.

Concern, unity,

synergy, all gone

has the crazy ape

crossed the Rubicon,

 his brightest hour

already shone,

crawling from the slime

blindly to oblivion?

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