Are we, homo sapiens, enough to save ourselves
and save the soul of every earthborn thing?
We’re all burnt out, like books pulled down from shelves
and tossed upon the pyre of long-lost learning.
We turn a blind eye to our history
and science too, ignoring every fact
embracing selfishness and infamy
to cheat ourselves into our final act.
We march with profit-margins to the edge
of an abyss too vast to comprehend
and snap a selfie standing on the ledge:
if we’re to fall then let’s at least pretend
We won the battle, though we lost the war
wise men and women, cursed by our own lore.
I am exhausted…
This is not self-pity but a statement of fact. Only a fool such as I would think of hosting a Sonnet Sunday only days after the end of NaPoWriMo2021, when most poets’ creative energies are all used up! Thank you to Valdis for your contribution, which saved me from having to write all four sonnets myself!
In all honesty though, I have enjoyed the challenge, and hopefully challenged some ideals and perceptions with my writing. Feel free to challenge mine in the comments section below.
Featured image ‘Dante at the Moment of Entering the Fire‘ from Blake’s Illustrations to Dante’s Divine Comedy. Taken from The William Blake Archive (public domain.)
And now for some music: