Loose threads: A poem 

Loose threads in the heads where our ambition beds 

We left no stone unturned to what progress has us led 

Our pills are quick but still as a dammed motionless rill 

Our story cannot recall the glory of truths modernity did kill 

We know a lot; we think we learnt a lot, and yet simply still 

the glaciers of shortsighted experts leave a sordid landfill’s till 

There is no paraphrase to history, we keep changing, live longer 

The characteristic idiom in literature is corruption is getting younger 

We are not complacent though, but our priorities are just delinquent 

The mathematics of deduction leave a nagging unsavoury quotient 

We are certain our dreams are an end, but it is just an uncertain bend 

The problem is resolution is what the world’s vendors cannot fend 

Do we have ants in the pants over what destination is getting us to 

There’s no kick in the pants to make our hands undo all that we do 

If you are in the money, forget the suffering rest and relax and smile 

For posterity will be left to foot the bill, for all that we have defiled