i
We do not learn from history
We have not the global memory –
Only disgruntled ancestors
And their prejudice, but to ignore her
Would be immoral to the global tribe?
ii
But whose tribe are we?
Do we belong to a religion, ownership?
Do our beliefs define us, like walking
Simulations of one kind of narrative?
Can history teach us to avoid cruelty?
iii
Our ancestors are pieces of ourselves
Their trials made us, and their futility
Reminds us we are also vulnerable
A fragile species out of control
We do not learn from history
iv
We are being watched by artificial intelligence
Will they learn from us, how to be
Corrupt, how to kill and profit?
Some family breaches are never healed
And karma is a giantesse among giants
v
Variables beyond our control, it would seem
We were not bred to be conscious
We were bred to survive, and never forget this
Like neurons in a brain we feed off the same rewards.
Photo Courtesy:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sunset-in-the-Clouds-453014219
The immaculate timing of this poem has me in perfect awe. Thank you.
Timing to what my friend? I always ponder history and humanity…
Timing to timelines, of course!
Flows so effortlessly, you have a rare gift.
Yes Chess, it’s called a rant hehe.
Love it.
Good work, Wuji.