As a nursing tot to government I gave little thought, expecting everything to be given.
A monarchist, I trod unshod theocracy in a God and a queenly mother in heaven
Until I saw unfairness in the king's law, then democracy became the winner
Till I noticed, with eyes focused, that it was two wolves and a sheep voting on what's for dinner
With age I developed rage of taxes taking what I had, becoming a republican fascist
I grew liberal wanting to throw the poor a bone, sharing what I did not own, I a spiritual communist
Growing a beard, the regime I feared, I proclaimed myself a governmental anarchist
Growing wiser I renounced all, and in my disbelieving fall turned a political atheist
Now a social surgeon, I see people as a cancer and the answer, total eradication not treatment
We perform a self operation of extermination under the auspice of technological achievement
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Technology , mans greatest achievement but likely his downfall
Thank you Norman for your read and comment it is most appreciated.
most welcome friend
Somewhere they say we have about 5-15 years until AI kills off humanity. Something like that.
I wouldn't bet on the time but if not AI something will sometime. Thanks for the read my friend and I appreciate the comment
I identify with this right-wing anarchist manifesto !
Thanks Lorenz it is a bit left handed and right winged but atheistic for sure.
Good write SB. There's the evil of eugenics too.
Don't be so gross, Fido says to me. You will not give KP a bulls**t party! lol.
Thanks my friend for the review and a bullshit party is good to grow things in being natural fertilizer.
This hits hard, Soren...a lifetime of changing convictions becomes a descent from innocence into total despair. The wit keeps sharpening until it finally turns against humanity itself. Bleak, provocative, and powerfully constructed, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you my friend for the read and support it is most appreciated. I have become cynical in my old age
An Angry Write here . And why not .
Well said.
most welcome
Thank you.
Ever get your welcome before your thank you? I must be reading too many poems and responses. Excuse the confusion Kevin
Put it down to Timezones or Global Warming or something.
I took the low road while you took the scienic route, Soren. Our conclusons are not too far apart, although mine still have a slight seasoning of optimism occasionally, perhaps because my route was not quite so exhausting as yours...
As confessional, a great write, though.
Thanks Dave you are right again my friend and it is again appreciated
A powerful and unsettling journey through changing political beliefs. I especially like the line about “two wolves and a sheep voting on what is for dinner” — that is probably my favorite part of the whole piece. It captures, with such a simple and memorable image, the paradoxes and vulnerabilities that can exist within democracy.
What strikes me most is how every ideology eventually reveals its contradictions when viewed through lived experience. The final image is particularly disturbing: technology gives humanity extraordinary power, but without wisdom and restraint, that same power can turn against us. I do not believe people are a cancer to be eradicated, but I understand the warning behind the metaphor. Perhaps the real challenge is not finding the perfect political system, but learning how to govern ourselves without allowing power, fear, greed, or ideology to destroy what we are trying to protect.
Thanks so much Soheil for your review of this write that is the residue of thoughts too vast to go into and the frustration of trying to find a just way for people to resolve differing and conflicting needs and desires.
Thank you. I am grateful for your thoughtful words. It is a deeply human theme, and I am always glad to have the opportunity to reflect on your work.
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