Neoclassoromanticisim Philosophy In Postmodernisim

Juliet calls for celopatra, Casandra in love's share same burnt
Society, minds, upon their crash over souls deep wounds left
In shakespear's, Dryden's ‘re lessons too much for us to learn
Dearest how choose each other to fight in vain blood begone
Oh my east my west shallest now by their bond one ‘d become
Hobbes's tears dried so machines us himself from then to count
Kenj but in nature finds a mother of tranquility a father of peace
Socrates therefore I am, mere the conscious feels awake a whilst
beyond the mind to perceive, soul lay as freud's unsubconscious
Fake ourselves to machinizeas sub mmaterialistically hypnotizes
Flags names of countries our earth is divided humans as renames
As what shall we own shall we here leave as if to us never belongs
Neither the I nor the machine alive vivid alays but both vaporizes
Tomorrows's harvest is todays seeds in clay of us in soil we leave Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)