Wrecknology

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When practicality as focus of

Our education trounces fictive things

Like symphonies, we just may turn to love

Of poetry and painting, what has wings

That lift the human higher than the moon.

Since Kitty Hawk and railways rammed by steam,

Since gas raised up the first hot-air balloon,

Technologies alone have reigned supreme

Above the arts.  Do not forget that long

Before the arrowhead was chipped from stone,

We loved our chanting and our love of song.

Our birthright is the arts.  It needs its throne.

  When AI and computers do their worst,

    The people will respond with rhymes that burst . . . the worst.

~ Phillip Whidden