Monday, September 28, 2009

Twentieth Century Man

You lived too much and agonized too long.
Your rash technology was life-defying.
The horrors were too much for you to bear.
Your burden was a terrible nightmare.
You were a cipher in a hell-bent world.
And just a number in a prison cell.
Such was your fate in a moribund age.

No doubt you tried to make things work.
You thought you were conducting your own ship.
Your will as law! That was your flaw!
At last you said thru your enlightened prophet:
Maybe we have to let life flow!
Contemplating your navel you retired.
What kind of fate awaits the heirs you left?

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