We blinked and were on the moon. God knows why.
Hills were no longer high enough perhaps.
New mountains grew greater in our white minds,
Filled our curious gaze and left no gaps
For modesty – left to crawl as did slaves.
Pain paved heaven and earth for kings and queens,
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Then stars surrendered, bowed down, as we craved
Criminal, cranial infinity.
Then came the black stuff to finish us off;
Crude dreams, soon acrid, killed alternatives.
Bernays built empires for the better off
With lies, still loved, that changed the way we live.
Now, for one more dream is all we can ask,
To rescue man from man – our greatest task?
2012