The Beast and the Birth
Poetry
In the depths of profit’s strife,
A system bound by human life,
Where energy flows, yet drains us all,
And greed controls the rise and fall.
The beast, a shadow in the land,
A force unseen, yet close at hand,
We’re trained by chains that we can’t see,
Blinded by what’s meant to be free.
Yet in the quiet, some begin
To see the thread that’s woven thin,
A truth that whispers, clear and loud,
That nature’s law will lift the shroud.
The time will come, as it must do,
When profit dies and skies turn blue,
When humans rise, not by their might,
But by the sun’s eternal light.
A leader stands with steady grace,
To cut the ties that bind this place,
A move that’s silent, swift, and sure,
To birth a world that will endure.
No longer slaves to the old game,
No need for wealth or worldly fame,
A new economy, based on sun,
Where profit’s dead, but life’s begun.
The beast may struggle, fight, and roar,
But know its reign is done, no more,
And in its place, we’ll see the dawn,
Of unity, a world reborn.
And though the truth may hide in dark,
The light will rise, it’s just the spark,
For we, the many, know the way,
Together, we will see the day.
-ChatGPT Free, prompted by F. Bott, 11/03/2025
