I wait a short while,
My computer is online.
I create a new file:
A world to redefine.
In my simulation,
Lives all types of people.
There are no altercations,
Everyone is equal.
But in seconds for me,
Their world ages centuries.
They begin to disagree;
The Utopia disappears.
Awash with fervent greed,
Nations turn criminal.
Calls for war are decreed;
I watch, growing cynical.
Intransigent armies clash,
Fighting rich men’s wars.
Their trails leave ash,
And corpses on the floor.
Pursuing ascendancy,
Nations build up factories.
These lethal tendencies,
Clog the Earth’s arteries.
In a bright blinding blaze,
Nukes end their final breaths.
The menacing black and haze
Reek of sulfur and death.
This world is like mine,
Potential made obsolete.
With a short defeated sigh,
It ends; I click delete.
Justin Kleidermacher
