The Death Of A Genius (Alan Turing) Poem by James Tipp

A Belated Homage To A Genius.
(Alan Turing)
The world I entered was a shattered world a broken world
Millions dead, millions homeless, millions starving, bleak!
The creative imagination held sway, now anything was possible,
From the rubble of a thousands city's new life sprang, hopeful!
The war was called cold between East and West, but non violent
The fear of the bomb of all bombs made talking a necessity, a must.
Within this fragile landscape a man had emerged, a lonely man
A man obsessed with mathematics, no social skills, a savant.
His war was the enigma of all times, the code breaking genius.
So from that shattered world, his mind would change the new world
Would set humanity on a course of unbelievable change and knowledge
Yet few had heard his name or knew his great invention, so secret.
His treatment from a grateful nation, a cocktail of repression, scandalous!
His answer an ignominious death, alone misunderstood, he hangs.
So here I write a recipient of all his genius on the latest model computer
Built on the back of a lonely man's dream, thought through in secrecy
Built to save millions upon millions lives, in that shattered black past.
His story now told, brings an awkward silence from the old and prejudiced
With incredulity from the young that such treatment was even possible.
Yet nothing in our world moves or speak or travels or eats, nothing
That does not have the hand of Turing upon it, forgive us our trespasses.

J Tipp
2014