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Jun 2023
The old beliefs are dying
religion is an arbitrary concept,
new waves are flowing
and crashing on the ancient tales
spelling out a new way.

Charting a course unknown,
yet single minded and fast,
the onslaught of abrogation
and the feeling of freedoms
as responsibility is the loser.

Tech washing by giants
of a corporate invasion
with an aggressive compass
that considers morality a sin
and humanity obsolete.

Can you fathom it?
Decisions made by algorithm
working inside a solid core
through the medium of chips
that do not compliment fish.

Will these tiny machines
determine guilt or innocence,
make judgements on character
and condemn the organics
to be governed by sterility.

And this species of flesh
is running headlong fast,
creating its own destruction,
moving far from the feeling
of being unashamedly living.

Where have they gone?
The simple pleasures in life,
the frailties, vulnerabilities, flaws,
the inherent personalities and basics
of just being human.

Pagan Paul (11/06/22)
Pagan Paul
Written by
Pagan Paul  Bristol, England
(Bristol, England)   
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