So you think you can kill a Shark
or a Manta Ray and Nature
will sit back, amused and indifferent?
Well wake up from your dream and think again!
The sixth one is coming,
when the snowballing starts
it won’t be as mild as the previous one,
that came sixty five million years ago
and drove the dinosaurs extinct
but as massive as the Permian’s!
Half the air you breathe is coming
from trees and the rest from oceans
but you are felling trees
and strangling oceans too
for space and sustenance, not greed
you might say like a proper fool!
Will you, in the entombed silence,
be able to turn your face the other way,
when your grandchildren accuse you
for destroying their divine inheritance,
for being the asteroid to bring
an end to the Anthropocene?
Yes, when we take, we take as if it is
the very last day of our life on earth
but woe, when the moment is nigh to give
we assume that we shall live forever!
When we cry we become like charities,
bestowing sorrows as we come and go
but joy we must drink alone and to lees,
how dreadful it is that we should be so!
Is it in the nature of humankind
to shroud, with a thousand lies, the simple truth,
changing faces as each day turns to night
or feign submission with a cunning ruth?
And thus we, the human beings,
shall prosper forevermore
while Krishna, Jesus and Mohammed
will beg in vain from door to door!*
*The final couplet is broken down into four lines for a better alignment.
As the poison of Bacchus spreads through me,
each of the eyes in my heart opens up,
with their sight growing as keen as his pards’,
this world in its true color they can see!
O, for a draught of such ancient sweetness
even Phoebus would surrender his bow,
and be full of ecstasy from the taste,
without a single line of frown on his brow!
As I move away from the reality
on his chariot, poisoned and venomous,
the more I see through the world, I care less,
for was Judas ever greeted like a foe?
How sweet is to me what the poison does,
to have love songs woven with threads of woe!
The prince of darkness rose up from his sleep.
He unfurled his wings and stretched his dark limbs,
before swooping down on the world beneath
from his unlit pyre on the starless night!
The world was steeped in silence, ominous,
each of its dwellers safe inside the cave,
a fire at the entrance casting shadows
on the rocky wall that stood at the end
and the wiser minds wonder-struck by that,
spellbound by their own flimsy silhouettes!
“Look, how unsighted they are to surrender
to such a sight!” cried the prince in disgust,
so he unfurled his bony wings again
and went to work with his scythe on the staff!