Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Impending climate collapse
worsened by inequality
hastening Cold War relapse
by ironclad causality
In these times so off-centered
(insight hereof hardly arcane)
we indulge lives self-centered
cowardly, not caring, inane
But then courage and compassion
these days severely on ration
In end climatic
last gasps climactic
Ain’t no mere strophe
about mishaps
but catastrophe
as in: Collapse!
No chance bootstrapped
back in the clover!
Climate kneecapped
it is all over.
Used to just dismiss and flout
but soon we’ll be parched in drought
Uppskärrat jagande
av helt besatta slaget
ovärdigt klagande
i löjligaste laget
Trots hightech metoder
tappades greppet
på reglage å roder
Ur kurs for skeppet
En fåfänglig resa
förfelad i nesa
Those who think they know it all
do they not suspect their gall?
Their impetuous actions
and unguarded remarks
disparage other factions
as own views true benchmarks
Their own view an article of faith
whether of substance or merely wraith!