Poetry, the oldest
written art, disdained
in this era
when the humanity
led by the worst
has embraced
the foolish and the doomed
in the old epics,
every vice
for gods to punish
paraded
as the spirit of the age,
wise advice and pleas
cast aside
with haughty ignorance.
The worst rule,
the most allow,
this path some post-flood
bard marveling on ruins
will sing
with awe and condemnation
to those
who survive,
and have to rebuild
in a worse world
to save the heritage
of flesh and wisdom
our wretched rulers,
the compliant masses
fed their opium,
will let water, flame,
greed, hate,
and desperation
to devastate.
26.05.2025
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