Propaganda's Uchronia

Carpe diem when the Circle sky’s A mother’s son wonders why She was born in the nineteen hundredth year of our Lord The way they signed documents then before the ignore sword Technology a foot warmer was plank of wood near the fire pit Walking or running to the outhouse then drop it and standing on it Before the light bulb was a symbol of a bright new idea An explosion of rice exponentially calling the bet I see ya What to think of a disposable nation where an invention is thrown away for the necessity of not to mention Coming from someone other than what they say A Centennial Light outlast most people memories anyway Where half-truths are sold for a substitute Who’s history will repeat itself no absolutes Eternal return’s conditional probability Three prisoners in the circus of mobility