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01/21/25 A New Day, A New Haiku

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.

Medieval cities,
Where rich traders gather
Within their walled fort

Blast from the Past:

Discourse and knowledge
Foundation of an ethic
Enchanted moderns

Flapping his mighty wings,
The caged eagle
Must be lonely

Blast from the Past:

Sitting on the train
Here among a crowd, we are
All in this alone

You can’t rush it or chase it.
But sometimes in New York
Peace will find you.

Blast from the Past

Living within the
City’s hollows confined like
Snails into their shells

This poem didn’t
Have time for
The endless merchants,
Those too poor to leave,
All of the beggars,
Or the many maids
Cleaning up after we had gone

Blast from the Past:

Bureaucrat capitalists:
Arriving to save the day
Perfectly “neutral”