R.I.P. 1947 - 201? Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

The years misspent sped, span
two distant worlds which man
in his own image made.
Impatience one displayed.
The other, though, began
to turn the tables played
cards which the first dismayed.

First communistic clan
supremacy sought, ran
from peoples’ hopes, obeyed
itself, then fast did fade.
Then came with WAN and LAN
an internet whose braid
spurred education, trade.

Pollution corn crops, bran,
made scarce as watering can.
Democracy decayed
though most lip-service paid
to freedom’s flag. ‘The Plan’
freethinking had to ban,
as most men grew afraid
of diff’rences, - few stayed!

I write here while I can,
while my last moments fan
Life’s embers which, when weighed,
no feather tip. Beard greyed,
regretting much, I scan
the Past which, heedless, ran
after ‘progress’ - jade
which many hopes waylayed.