Manual to automatic.
Where is the value of life?
What could be greater than that which we call life?
Those of the 21st century will not witness the end; the ultimate future will be the enemy and not a friend.
The magic has turned the air into something tragic,
Wacko leaders become the highlight of a new classic.
Conflicts and wars have now become the essence of a fatal dynamic;
Centuries of corruption have transformed the gear shift from manual to automatic.
Wildlife is destroyed by one's pursuit of great wealth, and this is becoming problematic.
The calamities unfold into what we call a sad dynamic.
However, why should life hit the iceberg and sink straight to the bottom, just like the Titanic?
Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
