The best laid plans of mice and men—
Are worthless then, now, and again.
Man plans, God laughs; tides rise and ebb;
For spinsters weave such gilded webs…
Quakes will shake the toughest land;
And though man tries to own his fate,
A firm grasp of sand shall dissipate.
Pharaoh lies broken on his knees;
The wind blows down the strongest trees.
Masks and distancing of our ‘Science’
Accomplished little (except Compliance).
The ant seeks not to touch the sky,
Yet Icarus felt he alone could fly!
Man slays his senses to conquer reason,
And with bloody hands sows his treason.
His arrogance deserves a gilded crown;
His sophistry: the finest found!
Praise man for vices proudly worn—
So unprepared for the coming storm.
The moon will forever wax and wain
Despite man’s interests: fair and vain;
And though he yearns for power’s Ring
He is such a foolish, selfish, dismal thing.