It’s so easy to believe these are the bad ole days as modern day snake oil salesmen tell us of how horrible things are and that they’re bound to get worse. But is that true? Or, is the doom and gloom less the things spoken by prophet and more an illusory bit of manipulation meant for profit and consolidation of power over humanity…
The Truth of the Present by Michael Romani It seems we live in an age of pessimism Where actually there is great cause for optimism Piercing the veil of the web's data mine We find a beaten back starvation line That we've all but defeated the armada of pestilence And while I don't want to be seen as lost in innocence It would seem at this point in our living history We are prevailing against many a calamity Even except for the occasional yet merciless bungle Mankind is seemingly rising above the law of the jungle Although war has yet to completely disappear It and its deaths are becoming rarer every year Sugar has become more deadly than gunpowder Here in this resurgent moment of mankind's hour There is a new peace that resonates like a fantasy While becoming the fulfillment of peace lovers' legacy Each the other held firmly accountable This preference for prosperity rules the nuclear capable Logic bombs bring a new asymmetry As the world turns its pages of history The new paths of possible destruction Have stripped the nations of motivation Preferring instead patterns of engaged construction Chekhov's law seldom reaches its destination There is little good in guns fired When it gains too little to be desired Its become as though God and the Devil conspired To find peace for a world whose people grew tired Oppenheimer has undone all the kings of history With mutual destruction as his legacy The laws of kingdom and jungle are broken As the words of true peace are sown and spoken This gives great cause for believable optimism Except for an occasional outburst of terrorism Coca Cola's expansion of empty obesity Has harmed more than al-Qeada's tragedy Goat herding troglodytes hide in a shadowed cave Like flies in the ears of bulls digging their own grave The conductor's baton in their final orchestration Bringing more pain than gain in their manipulation The point remains for a no longer helpless humanity Whose challenges continue despite our earnest vanity Yet, an accurate look back finds our possibility Not the self defeating pessimism of failed complicity Here in the first footholds of the 21st Century It is in our hands to manage much of catastrophe Forever imprinting changes to pages of history The power and choice for us no longer a mystery We cannot stay as chicken littles but must be brave This is our world that we must boldly save There in truth of God and finding unity as one These new pages of history have just begun (c) March 6, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 