A World

A World prose poem

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…like no other. Tiny blue speck in a void unfathomably large.
Self aware beings truly not aware of much.
Self impressed with no reason to be.
Obsessed with sex and violence driving forces of existence.
Compression point coming.
Evolution of thought and reality speeding forward like never before,
moving at such speed it could easily fly off the rails.
How to manage the transition is the quest.
New driving forces must prevail, the old ones will explode it all.
Hate and hormones must be exchanged for a global philosophy of humanism that benefits all.
Technology will be the key. Will it be controlled by the few or the many?
Will central masters dictate or will mass communication win the day.
Will it be a global dictatorship or universal democracy?
Will Humanism prevail or will religious/ governmental oligarchies subjugate?
The future is fluid. Humanism must prevail, or dystopia it will be.

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