Infernal Dance of Artificiality

By Andrew R. Duckworth

We marvel at our beasts,
The ones that we create,
And then kick up our feet.

I wonder how much time
That we have left to live
Before we face our crimes.

Was the mind not enough?
We always want progress
And then the times get tough.

We forget human worth
Because we want machines.
We’re slowing down since birth.

The number of a man
Who pulls the strings of Earth
Gets stamped on head and hand.

We marvel at our beasts,
The ones that we create,
And then kick up our feet.