Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Human Condition

Part 1

Furiously curious, unscrupulously spurious
Dichotomy is defined by Humanity
Innovates, decimates, terminates and germinates
A juggernaut despite its vanity

Insular yet inclusive, regular yet exclusive
Tries to mask thoughts philistine
Divisive and derisive, occasionally decisive
Born Chris, ready to be Christine

Creates with fervor, destroys with zeal
Compromises quality for a good deal
Mountains turned molehills with explosive feel
Molehills made mountains when senses reel

Of common descent but sees uncommon ascent
Aims high, ends up shooting low
Separationist in nature, borders its signature
Demarcates with nonchalance, heck with the blow

Creates symphonies that verge on the divine
Yet grooms phonies that seek to malign
Ascending to higher office with insidious design
Saying "Yes! Public coffers are mine to mine"

Huddled, muddled, and perpetually befuddled
Has moments of clarity, fights for parity
Teams and schemes for easy-money dreams
Causes disparity, tries redemption by charity

Part 2

Waxes eloquent, wanes delinquent
Relinquishes pen, picks up the sword
Self-respect submissive, ego dismissive
Megalomaniacal, wants anarchy restored

Curiously strong blend of kind and frail
Animal instincts driven by vestigial tail?
Ingenious ways to save a beached whale
Then harpoons the same for illicit sale

Thinks lateral, deems damages collateral
When surgical strikes lose their precision
Thrives on convenience, asks for lenience
When casualties expose a myopic decision

Palms to grease, conscience a tease
Cannot let extra pleasures cease
Prove pointless points to self-appease
To avoid guilt, let's outsource moral'ese'

Soothes and placates to serve cults and clusters
Alienates and annihiliates without qualms
Struts and blusters with aimless filibusters
When insurmountable odds, found reciting psalms

Humanity appears to be certifiably insane
Yet steadily prevails over the mundane
Could the saving grace despite bipolar bane
Be that humans are essentially humane?

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Twirled World

Earth is now inhabited by 14 billion soles
Worthy of contemplation or celebration?
Humanity's large feat in producing many small feet
Seems just cause for increasing trepidation

Natural resources are fast losing sources
As trees em'bark' upon uncharted courses
While we try to interpret dense religious discourses
People gleefully continue betting on horses

Basic needs are still not afforded
To all living in this faux global village
A populist term coined for convenience
While many continue to plunder and pillage

Arctic is ticked, antarctic antagonized
As passionate debate rages on global warming
The polar bear sits stranded on splintered ice
Bemused and finding it quite alarming

Are we supposed to take solace
As populate growth rate apparently dwindles
People are still struggling to make a living
By weaving hand-loomed clothes on spindles

Was there census consensus on the 7 billionth human
As UN tracked down a new thrilla' in Manila
Does the baby know the world she will grow up in
Lacking opportunities might make her life plain vanilla

As we race towards the 8 billion mark
Humanity struggles to make ends meet
Apocalypse might be of the covert kind
Creeping in quietly with every new greet

The 10 billionth child will twirl this world
On her finger with uncontrollable thrill
Barely conscious of the earth's seams
Ready to burst at the treble of her trill

Around the sun races this beleaguered earth
Ever-slowly plunging in tragic elliptical vortex
Does it cry for itself or the exploding humanity
Whose burden it bears on its crusty cortex?