Jeewan Ramlugun
You have grown ostensibly big,
well-fed, rather overfed.
A lot of smart thinking
and deft, if heavy, footwork have added
immeasurably to your stature.
You can freely throw your weight about;
though you can endure
some slights, you will fight
tooth and nail
to get your own way,
always on the high ground to prevail.
You conveniently overlook
the fact that you have amassed,
purely for your own sake,
all the sinews of your sustenance and
survival, at other worlds’ expense.
But a dire end may be in sight,
apocalyptic at that,
with wants far outstripping needs,
the sources drying.
Yet you consign the last shreds
of your conscience, your compunction
to the conflagrating cauldron
where you will be irredeemably consumed
taking with you the world.
So while there may be much fright
there will be no flight,
no escaping.