January 11

 

There is no one left to tell
How it all came crashing down
There is no one left to hear
How no one stopped the clown

The tipping point was clear
But what to do was not
Dire warnings were sounded
But all declared unfounded

Human hubris knew no limit
There was no app for that
Reality came knocking
And knocked humanity flat

Humans had a good run
Yes they did, they did
But so much for that
Time for something else

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I’ve recorded this, and wondering if hearing it adds anything. As most all poets note, a poem must be heard for it to reach its proper depth. Here’s a link:

http://ralockhart.com/WP/HowWarOnRealityEnded.wav