This poem was inspired by a song by Manu Chao. It is about the phase of globalization we are in, and how culture is evolving.
Under us,
tectonic plate writhe.
Bad blood clumps among some.
Relationships shatter.
Old friends never speak again.
Overhead is a new day.
As the last had its heralds
so too today may.
Surface-side
jotting on his phone as he skates
around the shaft of the Americas,
a handsome son-of-Adam
writes some modern poetry 💪:
Eye muscle clenches🧐
What to say about times as these?
I guess, in a word:
Synthesis.
What was once magic—
now science, now creed.
What was once creed—
now magic,
and as always the preachers spew heavy:
🗣📢 “this, to me, is blasphemy.”
Peer away dude,
from your boring microscope.
Analysis is different. Just different.
Today we come together
all of the people
in our Babel of Ideas.
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