Athens Shall Burn For The 3rd Time Poem by Joseph DeMarco

The three hundred shall perish again,
As history repeats itself.
Although this time, it may only be 297.
My mother was possessed by the God, Apollo,
On the 21st the new Oracle of Delphi is crowned.
And although the prophet is blind,
it makes the prediction no less false,
the narrative no less compelling.

We live in the time of the 7th great extinction,
Yet our people, occluded like a rat in a maze
dance, drink, and watch.
For we are passengers on a ride
of great forgetting
Our remembrances of false events
and fictional commemorations
Very much on autopilot
And asleep at the wheel.

The prophecy is no longer about Athens,
Or democracy's demise,
But rather civilization as a whole.
We are unsustainable,
on a path to destruction.
Denial is not just the river,
At the birthplace of civilization,
But a reminder of the devastation we have already caused.
Just 12 more lifeforms need to expire,
and nature will unleash the 6bea6st6 upon man.

The event has already started
with most creatures, including man oblivious
We eat and be merry
murdering pigs and slaughtering cows
But the true beast is obvious.
And nature always has a way of balancing out that which is disproportionate.