Humans will be ignorant
For it will come
With stealth
With shadows
No one escapes
It will be too late
And when the ignorant
Speak about it
They will laugh
It won't be understood
Despite the urgent screams
Just as with Kierkegaard's clown
The warnings will seem like a drama
Put on for the world
We marvel at our cleverness
Our technologies will be held high
Even worshiped
While the decay of civilization
Moves at the speed of light
Why be concerned?
We can simply click delete
Reboot
And nothing will happen
AI hovers upon the periphery
Waiting for the chance
To replace humankind
Cloning is a life
Regardless of the origins
Nuclear war seems a solution
When all it is, is indiscriminate slaughter
We live hoping to be wealthy
We desire pleasure
But before we die
We seek absolution
But no one remains
Moral enough
To clean the sins
To remove the sorrow
From the face
Knowing that life has come
And now is gone
Extinguished like the flames
Of a candle
And soon, we will not even know
Where the future went
Strangled
By our desires
Our shallow lust
Our bodies will expire
So very cold
Frozen in fear
And in grieving
“A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.” Søren Kierkegaard
