Five Years

John Prophet

Five years.
Batten 
down the
hatches.
Change 
like no
other.
Through
the ages
millennia 
past.
Generation 
to generation 
same as
before.
What was
is what
was.
Millions
came and
went.
Little 
change.
Simpler
times.
Simpler
lessons 
passing 
on.
No more!
Exponential
acceleration.
Senses 
bombardment.
Overwhelming.
Overload.
Technological 
tsunamis.
Change 
as never
before.
Stressing.
Fracturing.
Everything,
all around.
Civilization 
under 
duress.
Fives
years to 
unrecognizable.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2023 18:53
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

✔ Receive the ebook in seconds ✔ 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments2

  • Goldfinch60

    This maybe very true John, things are changing so quickly in life (death?).

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      Death, yup for dudes our age we’ll probably not need to worry about a radical future. 😱 Thanks for reading Andy.
      JP

    • L. B. Mek

      we assume tomorrow's would just follow
      -on, like a page turn
      in the annals of Time
      then, here comes a plague
      a vote
      a choice horrendous, hoodwinked
      too late for regret
      Nietzsche warned us
      'We killed God'
      know what?
      since religion's
      took it upon themselves
      to warp all of society's morals
      with their convoluted fantasy lore
      now what
      we chucked out those vile abusive priests
      and Pop's with warmongering KIDS
      but
      now our secular society
      is devoid of meaning
      people forget
      before religion, we had
      marriage
      before religion, we had
      nuclear family
      before religion, we had
      respect for our elders and those
      who merited our admiration
      now
      it's all nihilistic neurotics
      demanding, assuming
      their capacity for breath
      entitles them to all the selfish
      idiocy they can get away with
      so now, job interviews
      no longer ask
      what do see yourself doing in five years
      since the entire world
      is clueless, all we can do is guess
      just how far we have left to regress
      until we reach rock bottom...
      'these be worrying time's'
      said every generation before us
      and whatever generation may survive us

      • John Prophet

        “We killed god” yet we created the concept. Thank you for reading LBM.
        JP



      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.