Artificial Power Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Foolish become the people,
Who begin to crave the taste of ignorance.
Foolish become the ones,
Proving they can undo what has been done.
Foolish are they who become drunk and addicted,
To artifical power.
The kind of power that begins to craze,
Those in dazed rages on binges to eliminate.
With a beginning to sever the roots of others!
Until it's too late,
For them to awaken with minds cleared to discover...
They also bleed from the same dieing tree.
A tree they did not create to make,
But grew accustomed to climbing it branches...
To be allowed to sit high feeling mighty and lofty!

Foolish become the people,
Who begin to crave the taste of ignorance.
Foolish become the ones,
Proving they can undo what has been done.
Foolish are they who become drunk and addicted,
To artifical power.
The kind of power that begins to craze,
Those in dazed rages on binges to discriminate.
With a beginning to sever the roots of others!
Until it's too late,
For them to awaken with minds cleared to discover...
They also bleed from the same dieing tree.
Foolish are the ones who have come like this to go,
From this divine existence with their limited beliefs.
And with a vain unconsciousness permitting an end to it.