Can’t walk freedom with Man: A poem 

The plant shoots out, then the tree 

But the roots, like the wind, are not free 

Microchips and AI are moments in time 

And, sooner, they will be older wine 

Can we scour the stars for freedom 

Circumstance is the gravity of wisdom’s kingdom 

We can have a lot of technology for tea 

But progress is only a pop of surf in the sea 

It is time that washes on the shore 

Ears can’t shut out its insolent roar 

We can’t still evil clouds much to our sorrow 

A calamity can strike with the break of morrow 

And in the clutches of Scorpio is a shut door 

Pisces gave us grief for all that was more 

Cancer is a long capturing claw, hardly a romancer 

How escapes the rock-and-roll dancer?! 

Towers of heritage have been made wicked rubble 

The Age of Man makes our breath a rancid bubble 

The legacy of Man has been a tragedy of virtues 

In a water world, we can’t walk freedom with all our shoes