Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
As we blew the chance of controlling
the Virus from gaining traction
When copped out on masking, patrolling
Mother Earth took cogent action:
She let the Virus do for its survival
what Humans ought to have done for its own
Failing to learn from our Species revival
we’re left pretending: ‘How could we have known’?
Yet again the Price of Neglect rarely
gets imposed timely but always fairly
Gained quite the stage presence
that Virus wily & vile
Might its omnipresence
the Power Elite beguile
as trade-off to crisis protracted
when our attention got distracted?
Stole away our concentration
on workplace exploitations
on our climate abdication
on cruel deportations
Elbowed out our awareness
of corporate giveaways
societal unfairness
injustice in too many ways
Rarely been better times
for scamming & high crimes
While humans poorly embrace
uncertainty iniquitous
forced to stoutheartedly face
our misgivings ubiquitous
Whether Covid-19
or Climate Collapse
slow down or turned routine
or raucous relapse
While seldom do few seconds elapse
when we’re spared marketing & wiretaps
On the wildfires in Australia
Parts of continent turning tinder
looks from space like single ember?
How long til residual cinder
what shall be left to remember?
Fear some day out in lonesome space
in their space craft explorer
homeless without an earthly base
will be watching in horror
Then peering out and down forsaken:
Much too late did humans awaken
How hastily they faded
the 1920s jaded!
Now roar the 2020s
optimism restoring
but in unequal plenties
with AI faith soaring
But hurricanes rage, forests burn down
with neo-Fascism on the rise
civil & economic breakdown
in cruelly volatile guise
Now misruled by kakistocracy
brought us humiliating lows
mired in horrific hypocrisy
to suffer unknowable throes
Anytime soon now The Free Fall
which we won’t be able forestall
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1920’s = the ‘roaring twenties’ with its boundless optimism about the future
You’re inclined meticulously
to plan & take precaution?
Then you’re lost ridiculously
in culture of incaution
A bygone mode conceptually
so why then go to the trouble
when we’re doing exceptionally
in our own sweet ad lib bubble?
Why indeed waste proclivity
on a laughed-at activity?
Took more than just happenstance
to strangle Earth in mass choking
No sweet sounding song & dance
when all species begun croaking!
Who thought the Earth safeguarded
against plenty piled up plastic
when sloppily discarded
clogging Earth with massive mastic?
Crisis deniers’ speeches bombastic
while their relation to truth elastic
How are we expected prescient
about all that’s devolving
when of context sorely nescient
whilst most values dissolving?
But who needs knowing
can’t we just keep going
conning, elbowing
pushing, and then crowing?!
Still ain’t there unsettling sense it’s bugling taps
that nations, environment are near collapse?
For massive misology
sprightly slighted ecology
chaotic chronology
they offer no apology
Wasted to first search out facts
in world narcissistic
Merely declare what attracts
with quips jingoistic!
While objecting to such ‘reporting’
is found culturally unsporting
Earth of such bounty & beauty
we reduced it to mere booty
Don’t we fake most everything
traipsing on the brink of collapse
while fantasy worshiping
subjects us to bizarre relapse?
Out of touch with Life’s essence
we hasten Earth’s senescence
We’re wringing out our own life
while striving to be ‘safe’
in blind, self-entitled strife
neglecting the poor waif
We may find redemption
if we own up and then cease
No-let-slide exemption
fills a turmoiled heart with peace
If life entails morality
how serves us then banality?