The Millennium,
21st Century
The killing of Hope
Dark panorama,
Short cut rope.
Technical miracles,
Advance without end
And we, we go back
To our savage trend
Violence a pinnacle,
Red flowers bloom
Human understanding,
Hurled into doom.
The beautiful is ugly
The ugly is expressed,
In actions, in speeches
Of continual distress.
Mechanically savvy,
Humanly compressed,
An Ugly World,
Where feelings
Are not blessed.
Icicles are forming,
Icebergs show their crest
They're our future Towers
Of Hopelessness.
We (Humans) are animals. Society has yet to change that in many ways.
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Wow! A very dark view from you, Sandra, but an extremely well-crafted poem. Enjoyed reading it immensely. Thank you for posting it.