If There's Truly Nothing

A poem.

Just one?

What then, can be done?

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun.

To a deaf past

scream “This is as far as we’ve come”

To the blind future whisper

“We’ve only begun”

To the present I ask

“Are we deaf, blind, and dumb?”

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun

With the time we’ve been given

To learn and to change

With hate, greed, and violence

Our minds are restrained.

The rich, the choice meat

The less fortunate, crumbs

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun

Forgive me my brothers

And sisters alike

Another glum poet

With grievance and gripe

Of course it’s not all,

Just the most part of some

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun

We’re shaking and trembling

See so much resembling

The ages of old

We claim we’re transcending

But with our new science

And with our new tools

When it comes to each other

We are very much fools

Discoveries still shocking

Breakthroughs still do stun

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun

If matter is constant

And just rearranged

Humans are people how ever

Their framed

Ideas are ancient

Just now they become

Supposed origins

In order, they’re "one"

If there’s truly nothing new under the sun