Winged Sun's Future Code 1902 Ce Poem by Lovita Morang

Winged in Sun's Future Code 1902 CE
Where are those exalted God fearing kings,
Who destroyed the evil doers and demon's wings;

Or be the flagellants to escape the black death,
Who shall plough the unploughed prosperity and bring not wrath.

If all manpower was gulped by power of hungry man with saw-toothed knives,
More than famine, disease, poverty, hatred divulge into the deadliest plague's connive;

Yet in spring time love is life-giving,
Yet love is the greatest forces of nature;
Yet in something supernatural love reign to protect,
Yet love is the solelife-giving force on earth.

Love returns to original villages,
Into shinning houses, your images hung on four directions.

Have you heard of Anunnaki gods controlling the fates of chosen few.
Have you heard of Marduknand the Igigi, who descended down on earth from Mars
And found beauty on earth and married human females.

I readied myself to be enslaved in this charm of God of salvation
And find wonders of lesser gods Black-headed Adamus's woes scribed in the 2,000year B.C. poetry,

the nuclear disaster;
where Sumer's rivers flow with bitter water,
on banks of the Tigris and Euphrates, fates of slaves of freed man finds faith.
All flowed as rivers.

None is a master, when we are born healers,
None is a slave, when we are born lovers;

Hear the cry ofthe fall of city of Ur!

Awoken the black-head Shamesh,
To enlightening the land and its lovers
In your attitude of adoration is the code, O my king!
I gift you this love....

etched in diorite pillar 300laws and on black basalt stele codes
Nay not"eye for an eye" and pay two shekels of silver for the runaway slaves

Of or for any Landowners, slavemasters, merchants,
Of all men and women and peacelover.
Alas! Chosen few, freeborn man of a broken bone.

Without love, No land shall be adorn
Without love, No king dead shall be mourn
O, love you are my mighty hearted bright eyed hero-peacemaker!
and be in the love's destiny to built an open country of everlasting kingdom

Digital Nomad, Here are the generation today,
Life decoded In apps form.
Undeniable future as a neo-slave still born out of 4,100 years codes of King Hammurabi,

for the gluttonous consumerin the world's largest consumer brands of inhumanity
Byproduct of industrial mindset, pay for creative excuses for not greeting, reboot the integrity

My lover is a award winner in Software developers, decoding codes
Thoughts programmed into computational thinking in automation
Every word i blog is measurable
My stories are plotted on wordcount

New career dynamics my lover is a digital nomad too.
formatting life in documents, Setting margins, Appealing lettering

How tomarket "The best creative career insights: Never stop learning-how self-education, constantly reinvent yourself creates a bullet-proof career" to be delivered weekly"

I felt emptiness my thoughts slides as soft as touchscreento find gods.
Everything is measured, tracked and ranked.

I yelled at the new-modern slave market
"I am productive" "I am better"

Are the titles of poetry for sale
Everything is just click away.
Readers are radars even if they are your lover, don't call. Just a call away is the pizzaboy.

I am hungry my status updates for today is "Be a healer, a thinker, a leader"
My lover is busy
and drives google self-driving car, doctorate on ubiquitouseducation

Future belongs to those who work with, not against, the rising tide of technology.
My computer let me decode 282 laws code of Hammurabi1760 BCE

Still love in conflict-so brutal my people and my country,
Not yet a myth, not yet poetry.


-Lovita J R Morang