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                  Futility

                                                                  James Thomas Hazard

The future, when it gets here, will weave a spell of wonder

But the present, when it passes, will leave us with a question

How, we will ask, did we make such a blunder

To think we could change the world at our own discretion

For the future, you see, is already set

By everything that happened long ago

So it’s too late to harbor any lingering regret

There’s simply nothing that we can control

Populations will explode and glaciers will melt down

Drones will watch your movements night and day

You will live in a crowded, company town

Till robots take our jobs away

Nothing can be done to alter this course

Democracy cannot stand up to money

We’re a people without vision, a people without force

Might as well find the whole thing funny

For the future, you see, cannot be resisted

We’re just passengers on this speeding bus

Best not to think how we’ve been assisted

By our toys to bring an end to us.


James Thomas Hazard © 2016.  Used with the permission of the author.

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