sexta-feira

female ground-poetry

Once in a while I’ll trouble your little something,
Provide you with lessons only past could bring.
And let me introduce myself as a tourist from outer space,
Departed from home to show its real place.
Thus in an age of frozen hearts, souls and minds
Many warmed the globe, distracted from signs
Societies used to be made from knowledge
As mankind felt in a high-tech shortage,
And while some afforded playground cyborgs
Surviving through transgenic organs,
Convicted by some artificial intelligences
With no blame, didn’t notice the absences.
Illegal geniuses engineered new babies,
Illegal sexists bought their on ladies.
While all voted eco-assisted euthanasia
Species extinguished for aesthetic pleasure.
So if you watch closely, I’m no Mr. Hide
Please do see beyond present time,
And pose your spirits emergent questions…
Or will you fail to state a need of uniting nations?
And are your biological warriors damaging just the collateral?
Are you the terrorist who poisons you with heavy metal?
So would you still suburban your own crimes
And would you seek lowering other’s poverty lines?
Are you acknowledging sequenced differences,
And capable of socially sharing with persistence?
Do you let starvation develop massive consumption
Or do you feed weapons of mass destruction?
Will you be arrested under those selfish patrols?
Would you dare to forth thirds worlds?
So if you indexate human development with success,
Would your children live longer in happiness?