Folly of man – Poem
folly of man
When the tailless, hairless man was born
With his rib-clone and feline pair,
The devil, to them mocked with scorn
Then found in their hearts his lair.
Crowned with glory as can be don
And seated in natures highest stair,
Man ruled till time was weak and worn
And night was drawing near.
Now this man’s wanton, fervent crave
Saw him search from the cave
To the farthest lands to brave
All odds and dangers stave.
Atimes he wins, at others raves
Hoping in the end to save
Himself from meeting the grave
Even though he’ll surely wave.
Man is a constant war-monger
Venting his spleen, and baying his anger
Maiming, killing adults and people younger
Persisting for decades or even longer
Despite pleas and pleas, this could linger
But he protects himself to the finger
Yet he could be a peace harbinger
Or even be a love singer.
In his quest for ego, liberty,
Riches but no profundity,
Man indulges, and discards probity
Kicks chastity and abhors sanctity.
Though, mindful of his life’s brevity
And the power of his own deity
Sometimes he recoups with alacrity
And regrets his deeds, with levity.
Man efforts in technology
But for mores, displays his allergy
Such dumb form of synergy!
Even in human psychology,
It is a course of liturgy
Some dose of moral ped’gogy
And absence of self-eulogy
That makes a divine trilogy
When the sheepish fact is shorn
And beef known from hair
Man’s science, from reality is torn
And he’s pulled from his chair,
To penance, the world is sworn
And remorse’s the man’s lot, fair.
Herald, man, the fresh new morn
And recharge! This time, do be fair