Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
I had an absurd idea of “what if”
I had come fifty years into the future From the nineteen seventies? How would I compare my today To fifty years ago? And I find myself Witnessing a terrible future. If I was to return to fifty years ago, Knowing the consequences of Fifty years’ happening, what Would I change? Could I change? A brother died of cancer long ago. Though he was younger, he never knew Cell phones, computers, or the internet. “I hope that you find a cure for cancer And make the future a healthier place.” He said to me once. Scientific advances raised my hopes For such an upcoming, but now Finding myself in the future of that era I am lost as to where we went astray. For despite all the advances And all the cures we could have had We are feeding the greed of a few. Fighting unwinnable wars Invading and killing neighbors Polluting and destroying that Which our very existence depends on. Still, I see the solutions in our hands. We just need the wherewithal to use it. Perhaps the younger generation Oh, the younger generation How I pray for the younger generation. Maybe the next fifty years! Reza Ghadimi
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