VOX POPULI
Could Nostrademus only see
How much our world has changed,
Would he applaud, or wonder
If the whole race were deranged?
His direst prophecies of doom
Seem destined to occur --
You have to wonder just how much
Old Earth must still endure.
The Appocalypse seems imminent;
The horsemen thunder by...
Famine, pestilence and war
Force many ways for men to die.
We pollute the very oceans
And denude the land of trees --
Couldn't we have found a better way
To discharge our energies?
If we would unreel the future,
Yet can't rewind the past,
Where does that leave tomorrow?
Will Armageddon come at last?
The world is on our doorstep --
There's no way to shut it out.
Our strategic, slow retreat
Could become a bitter rout.
Our prolific, fecund billions
Pollute and slash and burn.
Like the dodo and the dinosaur,
Will we vanish in our turn?
Though reality's a bitter pill,
It's time to take a stand...
Or the ending of man's story
Won't read QUITE the way he'd planned.
Published PABLO LENNIS, 1994
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