Platos Titanic
Plato’s memory, holds Atlantean dreams;
The utopia destroyed by techno-greed.
Some things are simply not to be;
the mortal staggers blindly through life;
mortal entrapment is a souls prison.
In a watery abyss, stone walls like wooden blocks,
strewn across a sand box; hold secrets.
A buried Republic, with lessons unlearned,
gives birth the world’s end.
This Earth, our home; is unsafe after millennia;
it reburies its children’s mistakes, again and again.
The only difference it will make,
is to brown dwarf itself,
when the children have ravaged its body;
shredded and burned it to lifeless dust.
Atlantean dreams, dreamt century after century,
are drowned in tears.
Atlantis, the Titanic of Plato’s era,
is no myth, but a testament to human kinds,
egotism and ignorance.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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