It is not doom we fear, nor extinction
We live for the brilliant present day –
Erected as if for the first time, we
Are built to survive, endure, come home to find
How our colossal steps keep us dreaming
There is no permanent haunt, we know
How to move on, forwards, afterwards
Adapt, before we fall, as we reclaim
The living bronze of another golden day
Even from futility, we have resilience
In the form of youth, and immortality –
All we find are changing altars
Alternate futures scrawled in time-machines
There is only the riddle of collective ignorance
The bribery of the profit motive of the illegitimate
That strive for supremacy, not love
It is not testosterone that makes us strong
Selfishness and vanity move us only so far.
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Wuji Seshat 
BEAUTIFUL! …
Really love those last few lines! ~ B
I hope you’re right!
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