Speed of Science

Political poem

I can’t bury a hatchet
Still steeped in blood.
You pitted kindred
Against kinsmen,
Foe against friend,
Sent logic to its
Antithetical end
At “the speed of science”
Laying to rest
Ethics and love;
Guillotining
Enlightenment,
Its atom, the question;
Hypothesis, its weapon.
How dare you, Greta!
Go sell a Tesla for Musk.