PRIMITIVITY TO DIGITALITY (poetry)

.... by Poetic Tee "Here, take a sip"

The moon swimming in space pays homage
To the pre-dawn star, engages in a tètè-a-tété
...

O Sirius! O thou morning star
Each day's start off, you bear witness
As dawn breaks, shimmering light upon homes
Even when caves were neighbours to vast wilderness

O Moon of a silvery soft shining glow
Love blossoms, photosynthesizing off thee
Come, whisper a serenading lullaby in my ears
Enrich my heart with tales of now as you did of aye

Observe the haster of late, pray tell me of him
Has he yet kindled the fire to burn in or turn about
O thou my crescenting companion
Our master never cease to amaze me

As his primitivity metamorphosized into digitality
What would it profit him to deny himself peace
Bliss unquatified by subjecting further knowledge
To resist death choking one more life out of his billions

Saw the hooded one on holiday in Honolulu
As man volunteers daily, surpassing his quotas
In wars, insurgents, riots, murders and wanton killings
Of self. Is there a worse fool than the burning candle?

I thought by now with his progress, no man
Would sleep under open heavens except by choice
But look at the rising number of homeless, destitutes too
Yet, he boasts of scrapping the sky with man-made mountains

Walking in his birth garments, just like the lowlies
Each sees civility in his sectorial path, happy or sad
He prides himself in caging, in turn he is caged by blind desires
Lost is his conscience. Lust is his crown, "All hail King of the Beasts!"

Man to man, woman to woman and even the dogs too
Let the heavens cringe to hell! O, he'll get his bull satiated first
Man to a baby, teethers or a moaning suckle. But no to mammary
Who's the father, who's the mother, daughter or the son? How confusing

O mooniyara, look. Another queue of 'lagwanis' is formed
To choose from them, for them, by them a self-enriching set
Who would spread their wings in flight, while they belly-crawl
Giving them promises only God can fulfill. Are they gods too?

The strong usurps the weak and the weak? The weaker
Child in adult roles, gray growth at tender ages. Poor souls
Lies for sell, fraud is trade-licensed as truth becomes a burden
Diseases, resources waste, trafficking now beyond drugs to slaves

Pollutions, famines, earthquakes and mudslides
Droughts, floods, blasts and assassinations of all good
More rooms, less space. More height, less breath. More for less
As he grows in reading power, he has staunted in his thinking process

Man seems a failure where it matters most; uplifting mankind
How can he seek oneness, free of freedom of the one within
Then he seeks another as he looses control of the first gift
Blindly seeking to live forever, when tomorrow never comes

O my brilliant heavenly transverser
Each time the Riser showers Bluebeauty warmth
Hope fills me as I look to see something different of him
But things keep getting worse from BC to AD. Tomorrow, perhaps.
...
Let me float along my orbit then
Till our parts cross again. Adieu O fair fairy.

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