By Vijay Kumar
Like pests
You’ve multiplied and invaded
Like armies of locust
You’ve paraded
Your voracity and naked intent
To devour and rend
Any pasture, forest or mountain
Brook, lake or fountain
Offered by me
My bosom you savaged
Like a mother who’s trust,
You damaged
By stealing,
What I, with love did offer
Like craven debauches
Out to pillage my coffer
My heart you broke
Drove pylons deeper into my gut
Built uglier and taller than you could see,
Then preen endlessly
Your numbers grew
Apocalypse drew
Didn’t take time
For greed to replace need
Then faded the kettle-drum beat
Rose a frenzied cacophony
Decended a disturbing disequilibrium
Listen, I’m telling you something…
That drought
Those floods
Those deaths
That devastation
You heard?
Those are approaching signals
Of more death and retribution
Like a bad neighbour
Who encroaches, then usurps
Or a petulant child
Who sulks, then freeloads
You forgot,
That I owe you none
Lost on you,
Are care and responsibility
You so lack a regulative ability
I understand,
You need your essentials
But they’ve so bourgeoned
And you earned strange credentials
Of excessive privilege
And nihilistic patronage
Besides most of you
Are such moronics
Just can’t think past,
Your clichéd histrionics
The ones who attempt to self-regulate
Are too few and too feeble to moderate
The rest are too ignorant
And will just never get it
In somnolence they will,
Live out their days
Then to death,
Be swept with the waves
Or be crushed by the quakes
If the fires leave any, in its wake
Your placards and policies
Are simply too late
I’m afraid the temperatures will rise
And have waters in spate
You will either burn
Or end in a watery grave
I think it’s past me
To lend you a hand to save
I’m afraid, the fires will rage
I’m afraid, your fate is grave
Your obsession,
With your race, religion and hateful politics
You’ve lost your way in petty antics
In vacous notions of wealth and power
You’ve brought upon yourself this hour
Your unending petulant cries of,
My need, My need
Are sheer avarice indeed
You’ve looked for enemies
Where their were none
Eager to wage war
To subjugate some
Now I’m the real enemy
Will wreck devastation,
That’s just begun
Let’s see if you can
Wage a real war
To undo your ills
Have you the will to spar?
You stole without guilt or shame
Of sharemarkets and wealth games
Of men with riches,
Proclaimed successes
What have they got me?
Only taken
Ripped my cover
Mined wounds deep into my innards
Then presented grand canards
Of Accords and Earth-Hours
As if it’s made a difference
Your carbon credits, my green-cover
Your mere self indulgence
What good is it to me?
If you travel a billion light years
Or colonize the Mars
When you couldn’t rid
Your own Earth, of scars
Like a wanton son,
Abandoning his dying mother
To yet charade elsewhere,
As conqueror of another
You’ve ravaged my body,
Pillaged my soul
With empty words
Of sustainable goals
I do not know,
If change anything, you can
I’m afraid, now you may be done,
My man
By Vijay Kumar