Farmers of yore took to Whitney’s gin
with reverence and awe.
Efficiency rose and optimism simmered
at the birth of the Industrial Revolution.
Nations rejoiced and countless families sighed
when allies declared victory
Eishenhower warned of the dangers
of the military industrial complex,
Beauty and simplicity became
replaced by machinery and might
in the name
of profit and security.
Grinding gears and billowing smoke
drowned a landscape of inherent beauty.
Sleepless nights, sweaty palms, and forged metal
filled hungry stomachs with dangerous minds.
At least the effects were obvious.
Compressed lines of computer code
virtualized the human condition
and replaced the metal and smoke
that replaced the rooster’s cry.
Have we anymore
a lover’s touch, a mother’s lullaby,
or random acts of kindness?