Jun 25
We have not advanced,
Anymore than our forefathers.
Every generation is contained within it's own loop.
A cycle that torments philosophers and scholars alike.
We have moved technologically.
We invent great flying contraptions,
And pounding, throbbing machines,
But theologically, ideologically, lust-fully, the same.
We have not advanced.
Each age is said to dawn upon a new era,
But woefully, each generation for themselves,
Must discover that which their fathers came to discover.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
