Carved poem

Carved in with a din the letters on a stone,
the Rosetta stone,
contains two languages from ancient history,
and it fascinates me,
for the evolution of language is incredible,
and anything can be covered,
with whichever letters of the alphabet that you use,
and this expressiveness, has for thousands of years,
brought us so many stories in the news,
but will we remember the technology today,
and the letters that may carry the modern equivalent,
but without electricity what good would technology be,
because if there are world disasters,
and billions of lives lost,
and our infrastructure destroyed,
without electricity, and most of our educational tools,
will our knowledge just disappear for eternity?
He thought he was Hieronymus Bosch
He thought he was Hieronymus Bosch,
he painted with his mind and his words,
and he scared away people with expressive haste,
for he had a peculiar taste,
and there is no accounting for some,
for so it is that life is coloured,
in a detrimental way and he confused the people,
the people that he knew,
and he painted darkly his life upon the Earth,
but though he lived in the light,
the dark was an act in his play,
and no one trusted him,
because they thought he had machiavellian ways,
and they thought he thought he was Hieronymus Bosch,
and life is better if you say what you mean,
and you mean what you say.

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