Fourth Industrial Revolution Poem by Alexandra Motschmann

Fourth Industrial Revolution



Whenever there is one group of man
Who think they know it all
Then we realize it is getting inhuman
And it aims towards a downfall

Who dares to proclaim that his opinions
Is the only unobstructed reality
And even so he got several companions
It still will be an absurdity

Real wealth is not the amount
On the bank account
It is rather the nobleness of the heart
Which is the highest reward

Money is failing the social conscience
Far away of being expedience
Absolutely morally reprehensible
And of course impermissible

We forgive, but will not cease to fight
For freedom and our right
As we all are mindful knights
As we got the green lights,
To show the importance of humanity
By revealing your well-meant vanity

Sunday, June 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: noble,responsibility,revolution
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