We've been told, it is archaic, so old
The Pharaoh's head is a carved stone
Capturing a likeness, and nothing more
In the world of then, versus that of now
Supposedly unsophisticated and ancient
No modern sensibilities or technologies
We've a world of achievements and fame
And yet the Pharaoh sculpture is broken
It is more beautiful than we might create
Even in this highly advanced, modern day
For it is presented plainly without guile
Without the sense of modern arrogance
Mixed in part with modern rage
Awash in hubris, with no innocence
Computers think and machines work
With a complex and ultra modern ideal
We live in a failed era, without élan
Without even hope or pretense
However many our discoveries
No perceived genius and victories
It is best we remember our place
We are not better for being here
Children of every previous generation
To have memory of where we've been
Is important to place in context
Of the modernity of the present
And loss of our unique past
To our utter regret
