Old Dreams

Oh, how morality

Is alien to humanity.

Religion dead as we

Follow it, striving.

Now dying,

As we live in it.

The future crumbling

As we drag it into

The present.

We melt our feelings

Into the world

Pointing our direction,

Tattooing our children

Erasing the earth

Writing our own names

Through time, ambition.

Cruelly ambitious morality.

How familiar cruelty is.

How alien morality is.

But we can’t see ourselves

As monsters, or we couldn’t

Stand to look ourselves in the

mirror.

Author's Note

The intention through this poem was a philosophical musing on the ambiguity we face as people and how an objective morality seems alien to us in the current moment.
Could this be in a different form? What would that look like?

Reviews

[JD Major]

I think Human Nature remains eternal, a struggle between Opposites ~Right & Wring, etc., etc.
But, as I think you're saying, When Right and Wrong & Fact and Fiction blurrrrrrrrrr, what do we do? What do we think? ... Good Question :)