My Contention Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Ours must be, of the most lamentable delusive generations
Mother earth has yet witnessed: For, we are as ever, so
Instituted with the notion of, the thinking, the adventure,
The unconscious pining for a more realistic life; of progress,
Of millenarian age of new dawn, of endless expansion
Of projections, advancement; in pursuit of maximal
Social and economic growth:
In the pursuit, of the most vulgar, free societal ideals; of freedom;
Of free will:
And why?
Because we are convinced, ours is of the time,
Tagged, modern:
Same way, technology once meant fire and clothing
Or modernization was railways, canals, bridges, electricity,
Telephones and airplanes and as, ...
As now, we rejoice over the exotic internet and globalization:
Us, all silly cooties and copy cats, Yes, stupid generation we are. For all we do is;
Piggy back as those other before us piggy backed and fed on the academic scribbling of years
Of unoriginal sweat of those before them:
Why are we sooo...
So blind and taken in by this delusion of evolution; a momentary
Betterment, waiting to be bettered by some other crazier generations?
Really, why can’t this age...my age, yours too
Simply accept the anti-modernization jihadists’, the fervency
Communistic; all of them... who plea for;
A return to the lucidly primordial age, the medieval world
Of the Spartan Homo sapiens, the spirit of being one with;
In kind and in tune with nature, to live the austere abandon;
Like...like animals!
But wait a minute, like animals? I do reconsider, ...God forbid.