SOUL DILEMMA

Born adrift
and swept screaming
into these carnal narrows
so trapped in physical time
all must kill and eat to live
their tribal agenda driven
by hunger and fear of death,
each savage or civil dominion
spawning to feed and provoke
the same evils they duly oppose,
all for the dream of eternal growth,
'Oh build a hi-tech paradise
and launch us to the stars!'

But we're already there and here,
for enlightenment of impulse,
refinement of function,
unity in love,
and peace.




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