The descendants

I had a dream: of peaceful world,
Without the whirlwind of jets,
Sneezing around my neck,
Before the sun set of "quantum" world.

Deterrence, we call it, instead of sheer power,
When I  rub shoulder with enemy's foe,
Dragged my legs on negotiations.
Poignant speeches couldn't escape 'the correctness'  of its wisdom.

Values were neutral before the famous mushroom;
Devoured my boned and melted my dreams,
As it gone astray;
So far,  fictions deferred my hope.

They said: "We have done it for the mankind,
For us humans."
Still, none could eat that mushroom,
Since the reach was daunting.

Referred as neutral, it aroused the reasoned minds further.
Neither me nor you can hold it back,
To deter the descendants from asking question:
"Who  will eat the mushroom?"