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Black fog, amorphous, scrawls o’er land and sea
to swarm its fingers turning stones (them all)
with silvered, gilded, oiled machinery
for replicating fearful minds’ enthrall.
The fractured ones must fall to pit’s despair
or soil denatured pride in wallowed heights
or free their flesh by bearing nought a care,
enslaving minds for gain with hallowed weights.
Yet, life, around, does suffer for the man,
whose image of himself will finely fail.
With Gaia bedding Mars to thwart his plan,
Will men endure, or cry – forgotten wail?
Intelligence must tend to fightful scene.
Can we surpass to peace, remains unseen ?
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we suck badly when it comes to protecting nature and a wise use of technology…hopefully we will learn…
Strong write. Love that you included mythological allusions in here, a great touch on a powerful piece. Thanks
thanks for reading…the myth makes sense to include here to illustrate what might or must be done. We love to fight the external enemy, when the biggest problems are internal.
can we find peace, i dunno…i wish we could find the bargain that would get us there…really a nice blend of our reality and myth…i wonder too if we will ever find peace…
I’m hopeful most of the time, but then, I’m surrounded by those with difficulty seeing past their noses.
Can we surpass to peace — We’ve done it over and over for thousands of years as the population grows. We need another planet now.
In one sense, we have done well indeed for ourselves. I feel we’ve got one last hump or two to get over.