Where the tides of Magnus swell
And his thundering roars beat lightning to hell.
We've been living in a maze.
We've been digging up our graves.
We've been throwing up our brains,
Yet these quakes will still go on.
Sickles and hammers
And tall corporate buildings, portly businessmen.
The windows and towers they will smash because of the beast inside their heads.
Black and white
Good and evil
Are there two sides? Four, eight? Or are there billions of coloured pixels;
Each twinkling their own ideologies.
But once they blend, like watercolours,
The wars commence and their crimes they won't repent.
Our conditioned brains
Entertained by an electronic screen, or perhaps a print of lies on paper.
And we will curse, wail or put other opinions on bail.
Will we live a life of sepia, of black and white?
Or will we respect all sides of that rubix cube which becomes ever more difficult to solve.
The algorithms twist, intertwine, sever
But there is not one single lever- we can pull
to save our bleeding earth.
The quakes will go on
We will not have a break from them.
We are veterans of psychological corruption;
And our armour and weapons are destroyed.
A little extended metaphor about how solutions to a specific problem are not as simple as they seem in our complex world. Just like this poem can be interpreted in many ways, each interpretation may be valid and I have respect for that. Our weapons and armour can deter the quakes of other brains, but we must act and feel intelligently with our minds.
