May be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things never changed, the apocalypse never happened, and everything’s fine, normal, at home.
Or may be you will wake up tomorrow and find that things have changed, for the better, the apocalypse is over and there’s light, hope and a new home.
Sleep, you crazy soul, just sleep.”
― Sanhita Baruah
The cities were visions veiled
of what they once were
the faded colors of high-gardens
was stark against the decaying roads
the after days was not a revolution
it was an extinction event
the algorithms told of this day
scientists tried to warn politicians
who served the elite, not the people
this was nothing new in the
history of humanity, empires fell
for the same reasons, greed and decay
how can I regret anything
if this was nature’s plan all along?
long ago, aeons ago, I had seen this before
In Egypt, Rome and even Atlantis
Man brings strife wherever he goes
I am too a man, who lived a kind of a life
the world united through a greater speed
of information exchange, and the collective
news on the day the markets crashed
were cruel, communities came to dust
keep your love and sell your lies
hope starts again the day after the apocalypse
nations were tormented things anyway
we divided the world, and stripped the masses
of opportunity, so that a few might become masters
we all know how this turns out.
Link: NASA Funded Study: (Simulations)
Applying this lesson to our contemporary predicament, the study warns that:
“While some members of society might raise the alarm that the system is moving towards an impending collapse and therefore advocate structural changes to society in order to avoid it, Elites and their supporters, who opposed making these changes, could point to the long sustainable trajectory ‘so far’ in support of doing nothing.”
There’s a bunch of writers out there that I wish are given the time to grow old to lather their world with insight. However though we stay optimistic, it is as Phaorah decrees: “So it is written, so shall it be done.” Yet the power to change our genes and that of our offspring lies within us. The time for more than one Gandhi,and Martin Luther King,and Lao Tzsu in the same generation, is now.
let freedom ring with not a shotgun blast, but the sound of fists pit-pattering against the machine!