Rubáiyát – Foreshadowings Trio


If Fate has written my Life in its Book
My liberty and freedom she has took.
And no vain pleadings, tears, nor lengthy prayers
Will change her mind. My Free Will I’ve forsook.

Yet full freedom: chaotic and most strange –
Its unpredictability can change
The future. And all prophecies prove false –
For from chaos, who can patterns arrange?

O foolish man! Traduce the Infinite?
And seek to fetter the Creator quite?
The One Being of all who’s truly Free
Who shapes the purposes of things aright!


Rubáiyát – Foreshadowings Duo


Some think their lives proscribed by iron Fate
Their every act and thought Fate’s rules dictate:
Enslaved freely to passions, earthly lusts.
The Truth some few do learn: mostly too late.

Yet it is true, let our wisdom take heed
Creation on the first day wrote her screed
Upon the skies and mountains, valleys, seas,
Which on the Final Day we all shall read.

So: am I Fate-bound? Or am truly free?
Does some divine will stronger compass me?
Or, like some ant – antennae in the dust –
Do I see almost naught of what shall be?

Rubáiyát – Foreshadowings Uno


So are we pieces in a game Divine?
Like chess pieces which on a board recline
Moved here and there by Powers from without
In complex patterns mortals can’t untwine?

Are we but shadow-puppets in a show
Put on to entertain the Spirits so –
Lit up by luminescence for an hour
And then extinguished as the patrons go?

Is Life to learn whatever’s good to learn?
And having learnt – to action shall we turn?
Will God approve our doings and our thoughts
Although what’s bad and useless He shall spurn?

Rubáiyát – Eugenics Trio


How happily we’d breed sub-human slaves
To serve lifelong, from test-tube to their graves
Half-ape, half-men, bound chimeras enthralled.
Thus Science whispers: our judgement depraves.

Still clinging to genetic fantasies?
Ancients had slaves in earlier centuries.
Did you not hear how Spartacus rebelled?
Or do we never learn from histories?

The Grecian gods were like our uber-men.
Old jejune fantasies come round again.
Cruel Olympus destroyed the Titan’s race
And tyrannised mortals. Now awaken!

The Norse gods were like heroes of our dreams.
What we’d become using Genetic means.
Till Ragnarok swept all their gods away
Their false visions now but silenced paeans.

Rubáiyát – Eugenics Duo


So mix your gametes. Splice your DNA.
Create your super-races which today
Seem like utopia. But they will still
Be chained to: Death. Disease. Bias. Decay.

“My children will have perfect genes! Whereby
They’ll have a perfect Life!” Insatiably
Fools clutch deluded hopes. Science cannot
Give paradise: no matter how they try.

“We must evolve!” So cries the bigot crowd
Infused with theories scientists avowed
Were true. Mere humans superseded by
New uber-men. Thus Hitler screamed aloud.

Lost Screwtape Letters – A Short Note

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Dearest Wormwood,

I note with acute embarrassment your recent peevish and ill-considered complaints made to your supervisor regarding supposed difficulties with your present assignment. Your childish mewling is quite demeaning, yet this fails to stop you publicly lamenting your hard lot.

Well, foolish nephew, I am writing to you to say plainly that of course your patient will have difficult moments. Have I now “felt your pain”, dear boy?

Having uttered as much silly pop-psychology poppycock as I can manage, allow me to get to the point. For when I was your age, we tempters had to work 24×7 shifts with multiple patients and never gave it a second thought. How degenerate your generation has become! When will you grow up? Earning a living isn’t all fun and games, you dissipated demon! When will you and your friends ever come to the realise that life isn’t one long party toting pitchforks while tormenting roomfuls of shrieking souls?

In point of fact, young devils like you have never had it so good. What has become painfully clear is your ingratitude – despite all of your generation’s advantages. How I really do despair of today’s young tempters! Your supervisor tells me he receives from you an endless stream of complaints – but never once any acknowledgement that your successes (pitiful as they are) are the inevitable fruit of seeds sown by your elders over decades past.

Gay Marriage. Allow me to make my point: for it is my generation who worked hard to turn the largest western Protestant denominations into publicly supporting Gay Marriage and sodomite sex (a great joke against their church founders!). It was our efforts that trained modern ministers of religion who are so pliable that they vociferously propound every false doctrine we care to suggest (so incapable have they become to discerning Truth from Falsehood!)

Public Education. I might add – with becoming pride – that it is due to my generation that western Public Education now denigrates and denounces western culture, institutions, and history; substituting for the classics bowdlerised texts and works of revisionist writers that are as empty of facts as they are replete with politically-correct platitudes.

Mainstream Media. And whose generation was it who infiltrated global public newscasters and turned them into the effective propaganda machine they are today? (It always raises a laugh in hell when we hear their latest denunciations of “fake news”! With what brazen effrontery do these news-giants castigate all sources outside themselves!) It is no empty boast for me to say that we have recruited so many willing humans to distribute our propaganda material that our own PR department is becoming quite redundant.

Western Islam. Nor can I refrain from mentioning our latest signal success: badgering western governments into sponsoring and promoting Islam, to such an extent they pass laws to silence their citizens criticising Islam publicly! The West today is more intolerant and less open than during the Middle Ages! (How quick these humans forget history! Inveighing against religion was once a public freedom – now it is “hate speech”! Ha! Ha!)

If you have been paying attention, you cannot fail to realise that with so many of our schemes in play – after all your predecessors have done to smooth your path – you have nothing whatever to complain of. Indeed – nothing you have yet encountered with your patient is anything more than a trifling obstacle. Words fail me when I wonder whether your present generation is anything more than a pathetic bunch of second-rate, sniveling fiends.

Frankly, you need toughening up. Perhaps a spell of re-education on a remote, desert island inside a few wild pigs will do the trick? (Well, I would not go quite so far as all that: it is with a shudder I recall that most deplorable episode when the Enemy imprisoned some of our best field agents inside swine during their Galilean field assignment. What a fiasco!)

Anyhow, now that you have come up against your patient’s token resistance – what are you going to do? Just give up – when you still have so many options left to choose from? My dear boy – you have all the tools to hand to reclaim your patient’s attention and keep it fixed firmly upon temporal things. Modern social-media keeps humans glued to touch-screens all day long, everyday – leaving not a second’s attention to attend to whatever the Enemy might say. If you do you job properly, as you were trained to do, you will soon have your patient back in hand.

I have no time to listen to your bleating that “the playing field is stacked against you”, or how “the universe is so grossly unfair”, or how “the Enemy might do something at any moment”. Your protests are true – but irrelevant.

The real question is: are you to remain a spineless, carping, little fiend – or will you do your duty, stick to your patient through thick and thin, to at last escort him in triumph to our father’s house?

Having read all that I have penned, I am confident that you will make the correct decision.

Your affectionate uncle,



Rubáiyát – Eugenics Uno


Will GM humans make us modified
To be like supermen? Because inside
We’ve tinkered to improve our bodies, brains?
And after uber-humans: what beside?

Will cybernetics too begin its sway
To give us powers mythical today:
To fly, to leap tall buildings, lift a train?
Is this pure fantasy? But who can say?

What if my body is made super-strong?
My mind enhanced to genius? Just how long
Will it take humankind to work it out
That supermen still don’t know Right from Wrong?