Nothing Perfect
They say that, “computers don’t make mistakes”; it boggles the mind how the same intellect that creates the computers, makes mistakes. How can imperfect minds, create a, perfect machine? They can’t, the human ego is the greatest deceiver; it feeds the human minds cravings with fake food. Driverless vehicles kill, pilotless planes crash more often. Computers, satellites, HDTV’s phones connected to satellites, fail. When will the human species admit we’re not God?
Even nature’s not
Perfect, her children are born
With limitations.
Rings in the trees are
Off-centered, imperfect; joints
Gnarled…arthritic.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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