I live in the primitive past, antipoem

Most of our civilisation is so rudimentary,
I must live here;
I stare at their primitive vehicles,
How happy they are in those boxes,
They love those ancient constructions like countries, economics, and media,
Keep listening to immoral conversations,
and communicate in primitive ways like speaking.
Hidden mouth on my face.
Obstacle?
I should vote for politicians,
I must work if I want to survive,
and I have to witness how religions still lie to people.
There is no escape; there is no exit.
There is no chance of experiencing a future
where all today's things would be just history.
Fools are so confident,
Idiots are almost always self-assertive,
Idiots vote for sociopaths, psychopaths and more idiots.
Idiots love systems and hierarchies,
They also need gods, 
Without it, they would be more immoral, if that is possible?
So, yes, I live here, 
In this horrible civilisation,
which keeps repeating the same lies for thousands of years,
I try to do as helpful things as possible
because that might help build that future,
but I failed; I always failed. Am I a failure?
So, I must live here,
where idiots won't be the most essential part of civilisation,
where humans will be a cloud of particles,
and we will be timeless. I hope those humans in the future
will have the whole data of the current networks,
and they will include all the databases we have now,
and they can find this text. 
"Sorry about that. I wrote most of the people were idiots here."
So, I am sending a smile to them from this primitive past.
When they travel in a void toward another galaxy,
they will be able to find my photos,
GPS data, and biological fingerprints,
and they can replicate me. We can experience each other,
and I can travel with them through the universe,
and time won't matter,
and this age, nowadays, will be something like that
what the early Middle Ages is today.