S l a v e r y to a Fake Future Reality
What of the study of realism
In a world becoming simulative
How can we tempt the children
With reality, when they are lost
In augmented virtuality?
An angel’s lips to kiss, we think,
But not a girl by their side
No flower-bells to haunt
Only designer babies I am afraid
Who are the masters of machines
More intelligent than them
What of the future, when
Revolution will be improbable, impossible
For the elite will be the state
And democracy will all-trodden blink
For men who as youth know they
Will never own a job or be possessed
By the kind of value their grandparents
Took for granted, is this real then?
This economy where a few profit
For the sacrifice of the many
Where every nation is in debt
And every house is over-priced
What of the study of realism
It has become a lost art
And loveliest of art and poetry
Goes unseen, unheard and unread.
Wuji Seshat 