Poverty, plague, cyclone none prevent
Are global threats. Mankind blindly bumbles
Gestating his own future as he stumbles
Erratically from time to time misspent.
Our days are numbered. Nothing may cement
Freedom as we knew it – which pride humbles –
And balanced progress. Hope now crumbles,
Questions Hope itself as man’s descent
Unleashes forces few control, - unspent
Agression, earthquake exploitation. Grumbles
Rise as learning’s tower teeters, tumbles.
In the absence of alternatives, well-meant
Unstable platitudes are not enough,
Sound hollow, - Nature’s rumbles don’t sound bluff ...
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