i looked into the future
and saw a broken race
hobbling bent as neuter['d]
longing for coup-de-grace,
the learned high academies
of philosophy 'n of culture
said hope caused neuroses,
disease as brackish water
it was crude 'n barbaric,
had no place in wisdom,
good for tribes o' primitive
understanding in closed system
and in the name of science,
they threw out all of faith,
'n in utter compliance,
themselves they did scathe
with faith and hope gone
was no point in bearing offspring:
"we need much less to spawn
for to stop populace exploding"
"and families are archaic,
smacking of Hebraic,
just loosen all the morals;
that'll lessen all the quarrels"
they said that a conscience
increased recidivism
that higher moral sense
was backward Darwinism
so generations arose
who had no sense or inkling
of a higher purpose
of divinity's twinkling
then i woke from the nightmare
and sighed big sigh of relief
it all was just a night-scare
all make-believe
it wasn't true
and never could be
people would ne'er eschew
faith, hope, and family
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#brackish recidivism