For the first time in history
We have lost daily danger
Robots doing most arduous work
Steadfast protection from perceived external threats
So we no longer fight to live
Turning our choices over to untrained professionals
Motivated by momentary monetary gains
Unhappy lacking distraction in still moments
We interchanged dogmas
So we can scoff at virtue, instead
Worshipping power and profit strawmen
Spiritual faith exchanged for political cocksucking
We are no longer compelled to fix ourselves
We are machinery now repairable with medication
Our bodies broken before birth
Necessitating genetic modification
We manipulate nature’s randomness
We have erased beauty because man perceives
Chaos where nature reigns pure and cyclical
Revealing the path we walk now is narrow
Not spacious and hopeful and bright
The Halfwit Writer 