Poem -

Human Dynamics

Human Dynamics

Dynamics.
Human
dynamics.
Organization.
From the
start.
Pecking
order.
Exerting
control.
Top,
bottom
organization.
Power,
privilege
resides
at the
top.
Always
been.
Few
controlling
the many.
Tools of
control
evolved.
Today.
Those who
control
technology.
Information.
Garner power,
wealth
unimaginable.
Enter the
era of
Techno Barons.
Vice gripe
control.
Hearts and
minds.
Bow
to the
Lords,
power.
The more
things
change
the more
they remain
the same.

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Lorna

Hello John,
I get what you are saying...over and over things sound like they have changed but it's all the same  "same TV show, just a different episode" a quote often said in similar words by my mother while i was growing up
Enjoyed
Lorna xx
 

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E.J. Waling

Thank you for reading  Lorna.
Till people change things will just keep repeating.
John

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Marion

As long as there are people astute enough to see through the lunacy and lies such as yourself John...they can never truly win. Every uprising and rebellion that ever happened, happened because the 'leaders' were too thick to understand that
we minions have brains
The time will come again x

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author
E.J. Waling

Speak for yourself about that brain thing. 😉
Thanks for your generous comment Marion.
John

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author
Marion

You've got a brain John...a very deep thinking brain x

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author
E.J. Waling

Some may say slightly deranged 🧐
But thank you!

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