Escape Velocity
It's out in plain sight, cultivated in fields;
our science has made it increasingly strong.
Morality, stigma no longer are shields;
it's held in esteem by our youth in their song.
There's simply no way to predict what this yields.
The precipice looms large; we're racing, headlong.
Pursuing oblivion, seeking the high.
Societal enigma: no one asks why...
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for the Ottava Rima Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 09/09/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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