They thought love was the answer, and they were wrong.
The ancients had no idea what right is; they wanted to remember,
to save things (in jars, scraps of paper, any old thing) to treasure them forever.
We know we must forget; we must change to survive.
Things are new and better now that the old ways are dead. We
nailed them to the wall, along with love.
Your books have all been destroyed; we didn't need them anyway.
"Yesterday" is a curse word. We have burned all your art and replaced it
with mechanical/chemical consciousness—experiences your minds only half conceived.
We have abolished aesthetics and replaced it with hedonism.
We figured out why dolphins play, but all that's left of them is braintissue.
We still cannot understand your love of trees;
they are all gone, and nobody misses them.