Star Trek Terminator

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Dec 19, 2025 

Star Trek.
Terminator.
Which
will it
be?
Utopia.
Dystopia.
Both
on the
verge,
horizon.
Good vs
Evil.
Embedded 
in humanity, 
long ago.
Ancient 
tension
rages on.
Genetically 
designed.
Ultimate 
power,
control,
wealth
crossroad,
has arrived.
As history 
reflects,
nefarious
entities,
human
weakness
still applies.
Coursing 
the realm.
Still seduced 
by power,
control
and greed.
Fork 
in the
road just
up ahead.
Who will
decide?

 

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