Wrong Turning - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
“Progress” - probing life’s eternal laws –
itself betrays, strays from initial quest,
squanders time pursuing senseless cause.
For Reason, discontent, can seldom rest,
bias’d its search to widen learning’s shores
with mercenary motives which, at best,
lead to conclusions hasty which it draws
by compromising ethics to suggest
objectives predefined while masking flaws.
Although, at last, it may the stars’ conquest
assure for some, most lock their outer doors
instead of turning to the treasure chest
within to learn to share and sow! So, pause, ! -
the stars to aim at, East and West,
exist within Love’s sacred stores.
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