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I see people in another country
at the touch of a button,
hear them instantly.
I fly at the speed of sound;
electronic marvels work for me.
I am educated, entertained,
and rebuilt by technology ...
Science is flying.
I see the bold power of authority
crushig old truth--and the
new flower of creativity,
individual candle flames doused,
pure energy hamstrung,
and ancient games, called
tradition, twisted into piety ...
Humanity is plodding.
-- Delma Luben
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|Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
|...into oblivion, if they're not careful! This poem is deep. One needs to unravel the layers to grasp its profound meaning.
God Bless you, Delma for your insight.
|Reviewed by Linda Roman
|ture indeed, nicely done|
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|You're right on target with this insightful poem! Very well done!|
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Yes . . . humanity is plodding under the shroud of too many gods and science is flying to anesthetize the masses with a confusing flood of information, and satiate the unwary with too many wolves in sheeps clothing.
I like this construct Delma.
It provokes one as an amalgam of antipathy, expectancy, and hope for a brighter tomorrow.