Awakening The Superorganism
Poetry
In the garden we’ve grown, with energy’s flame,
A system of profit, blind to its shame.
We harvested wealth from the earth’s deepest core,
But now the resources are no longer in store.
The chains we’ve been bound to, so silently spun,
Made slaves of our labor, but the work’s never done.
We fueled the machines, while nature was drained,
And now we see cracks where the old ways remain.
A call for a shift, a turning of tides,
A future that’s driven by sun where it guides.
To tear down the old, the systems of greed,
And let the world heal from the wounds of our need.
In solar’s embrace, let the new path unfold,
With energy’s promise, a future so bold.
For the true wealth is found, not in profit or gold,
But in a world where all, together, take hold.
-ChatGPT Free, prompted by F.Bott, 02/27/2025
