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A descendant’s tale

If only we could think beyond ourselves,

fortify our friendships,

overcome our emotions.

It would no longer be necessary to

Recruit Understanding.

Trust may even become a possibility.

Disturbed by the lack of moral custodians,

entertainment out values disenslavement.

Lovers of the competition culture

at war with the protectress

Mother Nature.

“Poh!” Exclaims Father Time, as he dies.

I am no exigenter of humanity’s plea.

Only a condisciple of solitude

lending thoughts to the overpopulation

directed by squeamish phonetists crowned through

Bought Popularity.

Privately, I retract what I’d hoped about trust.

Yes, I have said solitude and I have said friendship.

Though, I’ve also said enslavement

you’ve simply downplayed it.

They crown an innovator, I say someone

Paying Attention;

not abstrusely surveying the passing legend.