We congregate at the complacency alter
while force fed this insidious ideology.
Near the end of the beginning of concessions
lurks the beginning of the end of just in time.
Final touch left of unfinished business;
too little ventured so nearly nothing gained.
First stage of small effort, by failure preceded;
no time for success amongst decades of fiasco.
So, this is the sad legacy of humans.
Remembering all that is better off forgotten,
forgetting most of what needs to be recollected.
Stubborn refusal to recognize the plain truth
while pretending utopia exists.
Dreaming of peace, yet mishandling wars
while clamoring for unrealistic inclusion
can this be the merciful end of this race?
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Having a hard time writing that does not sound like complaining.
- Category: Reflection
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That seeing they may see, and not perceive; and hearing they may hear, and not understand; lest at any time they should be converted, and their sins should be forgiven them.
Beautiful and powerful. Every line superb in my humble opinion. Robots, we will all be one day, in some ways we already are. . 🌹 thought provoking in every way.
Thank you so much, not a robot quite yet.
Love the contradictory wording that gives a sense of comedy to the language and our culture in general. slightly extraordinary I say.
Thank you so much. Sadly, poetry seems to me to be in decline, thanks mostly to "social media" that is decidedly unsocial.
The sad mess that is human existence today, both social and political..
Complain away, Dan.
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