A Child was born
Little boy was a thing of great beauty
In Utero of a horrific mind,
imaginations fused together to bear his creation,
the brightest of living beings sculpting death.
What waste, what anti-human action
what futility to kill, to live, to protect and defend.
What genius possessed such once pure minds
to descend to a place where mathematics became death
His grotesque aborted birth,
An umbilical intention parachuted from the victors cold metal belly.
The purpose of his life consumed by the act of his delivery
the end of innocence, of belief in restraint and the principles of fairness
And now in progress we regress.
To rusted knifes on bare strangled flesh,
to monuments raised in dust
to books burned.
For the advancement of mankind
We travel to distant stars,
our unspoken intent to escape the horrors we have made.
The core engines of our ships are modelled on little boy,
the birth of our destruction will carry us to new worlds
where we will live forever in peace.
The flaw in this beautiful plan
is the cargo magnificent future machines will stow.
Craft that will forge us thrusting to new beginnings,
bearing men in whose wondrous complex minds
lie the corrupted equations which determine death can bring life,
Which see beauty in the fusion of power.
All this from the minds of little men
who realised a dream in mathematics
and created a little boy
who changed the future
Of which we are the sum.