THEY HAVE GREAT POTENTIAL

The world is round

It circles the sun

Spins at a ridiculous speed

It is populated by humans

The strangest of beings.

Collectively, individually,

They have great potential;

Can do and have done

Amazing things; continue

To do so. They call it Technology.

Frankenstein’s Monster

Is closer to the truth.

Their, no our, sense of superiority

Blinds us to our existential truth;

We are part of, not apart from,

The biosphere that is our “here”

Blinded by our importance

Hindered by our lack of empathy

we stumble, rage and wreck our home

Our planet; oblivious to warning signs

Is it too late to become awake

To realise what's at stake

To see what amends to make

Do we shake our heads

And say it’s fake.

Always has been

Always will be

It’s not real

It’s another being’s dreams

A computer simulation

Maybe, next time,

We will get it right

If not, life’s a one-shot

Phenomenon. There’s

No second chance.

What is one to do?

What is one to do?