On the Internet ceaselessly beset

But perhaps there’s no etiquette

(short of foulest epithet)
on the intrepid Internet
where we’re ceaselessly beset?

Please don’t shove your smartphone
so thoughtlessly in my face!
You tech-dazed, prompted clone
give me some space, show some grace!

But be it naive futility
to expect any civility?

Erstwhile hope fervent that technology would become our servant

Find myself apprehensive
of disruptive technology
its claimed blessings ostensive
trade-offs bring no apology

Since ages human hope has been fervent
naively over-optimistic
that technology would be our servant
Now we toil, its slaves fatalistic

Inescapably in its fetters
robbed of last chance of defiance
now also as its hapless debtors
in fine-print, rigged non-compliance

This time we shall have no revolution
that saves us from Species’ execution

Is the purpose of life just for life to go on?

From mere species viewpoint we’ve failed
if we think in terms of right or wrong
while Big D has got it nailed:
It’s just a matter of going on!

The Big D bestows ceaseless strife
singly we just don’t matter
Humans among all planet’s life
bore Big D with their natter

Doesn’t care for how any one of us exists
just as long as planetary life persists

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-Big D = The Divine

Ett levandslopp som pladask flopp

‘Farväl, farväl du grymma värld
de blev en snöplig irrfärd!’
sa krigaren med gummisvärd
vars levnad inte nämnvärd

Fast inte så pjåkigt
i mjuk livsbejakelse
långt ifrån långtråkigt
när det bjuds gräddbakelse

Då lindras tillfälligt hans levnadslopp
som nu vid dess slut tycks ett pladask flopp