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02/07/25 A New Haiku for a New Day

Raging and weeping,
Babel of fire and secrets
Foretells the coming

Blast from the Past:

A city in flames
Pitchforks are calling for blood
And no fire brigade

The authority:
Powers of good or evil
In control of what?

Blast from the past:

That which is hidden
Manufacture of the poor
Hypnotic power

What name can I make
To be known among all those
Suffering like me?

Blast from the Past:

Empty your storehouse
Unto others as if they
Want your leftovers.

I hope you have the
Doubt to see your neighbor
As you see yourself

Blast from the Past:

There are many paths,
But from the peak all of them
Will take you straight down

War complications
Unable to tell who’s good
Removal of virtue

Blast from the Past:

Powers of horrors:
Navigate the terrains of war,
On the boundaries

I wrote my poem for today a poem in the programming language Python instead of a haiku:

def nothing():
return 0

try:
perfection = 100
progress = 0
percent_of_success = perfection/progress
except:
nothing()

Blast from the Past:

What do you get by
Winning the rat race but to
Become the best rat

Unequal childhoods
Dependent development
Limiting pursuits

Blast from the Past:

We must shine our lights
For the goodness of our one
True god: Capital.

Birthed out of the
Stone that seeks Sisyphus is
Modernity’s madness

Blast from the Past:

The generation
Before the ark, the age of
Insignificance

Knead the yeast of
The fall. Pop the air bubbles
Of our monstrous age.

Blast from the past:

He knew me not and
Named me fire. I know him, and
He has named me flood.

Everyday the same
Clank the mailman delivered
New junk to throw out

Blast from the Past:

How to smoothen
The silence of an
Morning annoyance.