Paradise Lost Through Innovation
Could you imagine a dark stormy night,
Sparks flying in windows of a workshop
Mechanics hard at work, obscured by light.
They work for science, they work for pursuit.
Neither fame nor fortune, in minds, at top.
They work for progression, so the points moot.
At last thy emerge from their lonely shops,
The science completed, the world grows wise
For they released monstrosities; guns pop
Into the air that is filling with flies.
Could we have stopped them? Or would they have won?
Would we have been better, for without them
Lives would be saved, technology gone.
Another comes along, doing the same.