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Are we moving forward, or...?

Submitted: July 11, 2016

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Submitted: July 11, 2016



Sometimes it's a conudrum--getting smarter or stupid?
Has our oxygen supply somehow been diluted?
Should be easy to answer, but I search for answers in vain.
To support a man with big hands and a tiny brain?
I just don't get it. How can supposedly-intelligent souls
act like so many unintelligent, mob-mentality trolls?
It seems to me it's a real-life game of follow-the-leader,
like we're watching from a distance, and are merely a sightseer.
Wake up, people--alarm bells ought to be ringing, loud and clear,
for oblvion is waiting--once so distant, but now so near.
I've been trying to reconcile new levels of college diplomas,
with what I'm seeing--is half the country in some non-thinking coma,
because, I've been there, done that, but eventually, put my thinking 
cap on again. What's their excuse? What have they been drinking?
Supposedly, as a species, we're moving ahead and evolving,
but, somewear along the way, we've lost our problem-solving
ability--what next, our ability to use tools and walk upright?
Are we going to walk in the sunlight, or live in perpetual night? 

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