Human extinction, though a daunting thought, is indeed a probable possibility. Human’s progress is turning into self demise. As Humans thrive and dominate the planet so has it become clear that the humanity is not invincible.
The poem acts as a reminder to us to live a responsible life for ourselves as well as for future generations. Take a moment to reflect…
“A Silent Drumbeat: A Poetic Ode of Humanity’s Fate”
The world is vast, but time is short
And we, mere mortals, will come up short
For all our progress, all our might
The end of us may come in sight
Our fate is not ours alone
For the universe is vast and unknown
And in the endless cycle of birth and death
We may be just a fleeting breath
Our fate is tied to the earth we tread
From the mountains high to the rivers’ bed
Yet we’ve forgotten to honor her grace
And lost sight of our ancient place
The human so lost in self
Abandoned the ways of the wise and the stealth
Turning into scientific experiments
Denying the bounties of children
A generation lost in material desires
Chasing illusions, forsaking inheritable norms
Expressions and useless rights
I do what I want, when I want, how I want
A freedom so bare yet so catastrophic
The self selling to the ego’s narcotic
Diminishing the sanctity of life, family, and marriage
The end of us, the world’s disparage
The human denying the power of the divine
Believing theories of man, forsaking the divine
Making the invisible visible, a hubris so stark
As the ‘truth’ becomes a joker, our wisdom in the dark
Living on trial after trial
Legalizing the illegitimate, our morals in denial
The social and moral fibre broken
The self so proud of self, our souls unspoken
Our planet is our mother, our fragile home the cradle of life
Yet we’ve pillaged and destroyed, causing endless strife turned it to a warzone
Our greed and folly know no bounds
As we race toward the end, unbound
Climate change and pandemics too
Are just a few of the things we rue
For all our knowledge, all our skill
We’re unable to curb our own will
And so the end of us may come
A silent night, a beating drum
The final chapter of our story
A warning of our transitory glory
But even in the face of death
We can still fight with our final breath
To love, to care, to live with grace
And leave behind a better place
For though our end may be in sight
The legacy we leave is our might
And in the end, when we are gone
Our memory will still live on.
© Allen K. Baguma, 2023
The “Soul Rhythm of Leadership”
