A World

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016

like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large.
Self aware beings truly not aware of much.
Self impressed with no reason to be. 
Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence.
Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought and reality speeding forward like never before, moving at such speed it could easily fly off the rails.
How to manage the transition is the quest. New driving forces must prevail, the old ones will explode it all. Hate and hormones must be exchanged for a global philosophy of humanism that benefits all. 
Technology will be the key. Will it be controlled by the few or the many? Will central masters dictate or will mass communication win the day. Will it be a global dictatorship or universal democracy? Will Humanism prevail or will religious/ governmental oligarchies subjugate? The future is fluid. Humanism must prevail, or dystopia it will be.

 

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Rod Moffat commented:
Some critical and serious questions/statements you have expressed JG... in my opinion the future is obvious when considering the greatest challenge to our existence is over population... That isn't taking into account destruction of the natural systems that the planet relies on for balance, leaders motivated by greed and ego, humanity a "virus" on the face of the earth and is and has been flawed for a long time... and not to mention humanities devouring of natural resources... One thing for sure like the dinosaurs we will leave evidence we were once here... A provocative piece well put.
Frank Hornby . commented on Nov 25, 2017 at 1:53pm
You are so right JG....we are moving forward too fast!...much too fast!........and like you say...WE WILL COME OFF "THE RAILS!".........for sure..

 

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