For Wumbulu
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
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Written on 2019-06-14 at 01:51
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Homo Sapiens
Homo Sapiens; a joke. “The wise;” that's what we'veNamed 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
Read 148 times
Written on 2019-06-14 at 01:51
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