Zenith: the point on the celestial sphere vertically above a given position or observer; the highest point.
Zenith, we sparkle, we fly.
We do the man-made impossible.
We are the ones to envy.
We are the Zenith, The Nation above all the others.
We wiz by at light speeds- physically, mentally we go,
racing toward the end, the end of our lives, the end of times.
All we do, all we have is AI. It is artificial. It is intelligent.
We all strive, we want to Be, to have, to reach-
To reach the very top.
The Zenith is all there is here,
all anyone dreams of, to be the one whose name regales
the pages of The Heights of society.
We are It, the epitome of all the Nations.
We are the very brightest, the ones always looking to out do.
We out do each other, ourselves, and anyone in the way.
Anyone in the way of our dreams, our gold, will be crushed,
trampled beneath the weight of brains, of advancements
Monthly, weekly, hourly- too fast to keep up with.
We advance our alloys, our wires, all the invisible data
floating above our heads that make Zenith what it is.
We advance at the price of everyone else.
We are poise, we are frantic, we are filled to the brim
With all that dies, with all that consumes.
That is who we are. The Consumers.
Devourers of life, of people, of goodness, of evil.
We take it all in and swallow it whole.
We drink in light like a supermassive black hole.
We create and at such a speed that we hurry our own ends.
We the nation of wires, of self-driving cars, of phones and
worlds in hand- we are the end, cancer filling up the sky.
Zenith, the peak of the human race and yet the bottom, the
Intrepid disasters filling up the air. We are poison,
to ourselves, to the world we devour into toxic nothingness.