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The Will To Love

The will to power


Or


The will to love?


What is it

That drives us in the west?

They say

It’s power

That's the narrative

We are fed

It’s the lie

We believe

We are taking everything that makes us human

And burning it

To become

More machine

When there is just the material

Then we aren’t much different

From the technology we are creating

We are becoming more robot

Then man

Romanticism

Might be needed

To rebel against

This era of the ego…


Enter the poet

And the woman with a guitar and a voice

We are here

To steer the world

Away

From the will to power

And remind the world

We also

Have the will to love.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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