Great floods have occurred in the past
No one talks of who triggered it
But we know right from Noah
Who were the saviours
Gods can’t seem to do much
In the drowning world
Where drowned ones
Wait for that one physical and real
Hand to manifest
The hand of the saviours
To pull them out of the debris
To live to tell the tale
Some say it felt like
A great wall of water and sludge
Came towards them
Scenes of apocalypse unfolded
Is the world coming to
An end?
We know there are
Profiteers getting richer
By burning the planet
But ice is ice is ice
With a fixed melting point
A completely non-negotiable one
We have watched for a decade or more
Bargains over 1 degrees or two
But idiots never understood
Glaciers will melt
No gods can save us
From nature’s fury
We transcended the boundaries
Taking earth for granted
Like we take our women too
But everything has a breaking point
Yet we refuse to learn
As long as the poor
Or rich tourists die
Does really matter anymore?
Nor do lives on a narrow strip
Which is getting narrower
Nor do high altitude folks
Who are the first victims
And first responders too
Who is to be held accountable?
For uncountable deaths
We will bear witness
Make films, poetry, stories too
We have all documentation tools
To document the horror
Soon we will walk around
With oxygen masks
As cities turn unliveable
While mountains prone to GLOFs
You escape the noise
To seek peace in higher altitude
Only to get buried under a glacier deluge
No one knows where you disappeared
Lucky ones say Shiva or Jesus or Prophet
Or any god of their calling saved them
No one asks why gods are so selective?
They never punish the perpetrators
They go after the poorest of poor
Trapped in bare minimum cycles of survival
On a larger scale we are in an era
Which might get defined in retrospect
An era hooked to screens
Watching their own collapse
And mountains turning into rivers
Minute by minute
Waiting for saviours
To manifest to save them
From themselves
As we sink into the deluge and debris
Of our own making
When will we learn to act?
Isn’t it too late already?
Mad Decadence 