For Wumbulu


Homo Sapiens

Homo Sapiens; a joke. “The wise;” that's what we've
Named ourselves, a wretched mob of docile order
Followers, who cling, like limpets, to the present,
Fearing all that challenges what we have known:
A cult of personality? We don't see too much wrong
With that. An oligarchy, military rule? Everything
Is fine. We do our jobs. We get our pay. We
Have our steaks and baked potatoes two or three
Times every week. We'd rather not be bothered
With the details of self-government. Let someone
Else attend to that, and, if they're rich, and, if they
Screw us, that's the way it's bound to be. We'll whine,
But we'll still punch the clock, our species name, a tragic
Joke. In truth, we've ceased to think.




Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-06-14 at 01:51

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Sameen
True that
2019-06-14


Yayāti The PoetBay support member heart!
Indeed we've ceased to think! A well written portrayal of humanity's impending doom.
2019-06-14