They don’t
Or can’t
Or simply won’t believe
That their system of order is breaking down now around their ears
See, so convinced are they
Of their own invincibility
That they even tried to tell us once that this is the end of history
Like they had attained mastery
Over even history itself
-But you know what they say about pride
-Prior to a fall and all that.
I mean, holy shit
It took close to 12 trillion to keep their crafty dream afloat
The last time a major storm hit and rocked their luxury boats
And yet still then preen like vainglorious emperors of yesteryear
-Ozymandias and his select one per-cent of fawning courtiers-
Blissfully, arrogantly unaware
Of the coming, all enveloping and soon-to-be levelling sandstorm
A catastrophic storm approaches that will level all illusions of mastery
And consign them to the dustbin of history
So how very ironic that for them at least, very soon it will be
The End of History
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