Human Devolution

Come have done with sanities
those antique inanities
those pettifogging vanities
that marked our antic lot
 
Behold, ’tis a Brash New Age
where profane is all the rage
all hail the tow’ring iron cage!
wherein we rail and rot
 
A touch of sleaze is O so fine
a tad of slime, simply divine
bowed are we to that higher sign
of grime, grease, and grot
 
All troth now be scoffed away
all gods bare but feet of clay
all norms perforce must give way
to this saturnalian plot
 
There’s none left to question why
so (cha)grin and Live the Lie
stifle must the wordless cry
watching the lifespirit clot
 
No hanker left for any peace
craving luxury and ease
ever ready to appease
the tsars of shell and shot
 
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There can be no turning back
for the courage that we so lack
sliding on to ruin and rack
as a world goes straight to pot
 
So, yes, have done with sanities
those ludicrous inanities
revel in vile profanities
where spirit is sold and bought
 
No scope for hoary charities
rarer than the rareties
good/evil now are parities
all idylls amount to naught
 
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Did It fall upon us unaware?
or did we see and did not care?
or did we care but did not dare :
to stanch what we had wrought?
 
What a dispiriting thought!
[© R.Kanth 2021]
 

Professor Rajani Kanth, is Author of Coda, A Day in the Life, and Expiations