don't know what makes a poem "haiku", but still:
Way Out
I'm not blinded by eternal growth
neither by doom and gloom.
We must not seek salvation in technology,
the root problem is our lyfestyle.
Most think oil and modern pleasures
are happyness and comfort.
Little they realize the joys of
breathing clean air and meditating.
Little they realize that fighting
to continue overconsumption
is a downward death spiral.
No one wins in a war.
Even if violent chaos come
I will feel safe.
No one can take away my
current serene mind.
Little they know,
that killing me will not
make me unhappy.
Little they know,
the true pleasures of life.
some say technology is a miracle,
but it's a cursed double-edged sword.
Little they know,
that life itself is the miracle.
There's a Way Out,
maybe not for humans;
but at least for life...
and for those few
truly awakened humans.
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