Vanitas Vanitatis After Oliver Goldsmith The Village Schoolmaster Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

'The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes, or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face
Lighting a little Hour or two, is gone.'

Wan worldy mirage food chain species sees
in time some trees may whisper to breeze, bees,
while ants at war with termite colonies
scoff at presumptious fake fatuities
where pride awhile preceded trial, steep fall,
forgetfulness 'lies' epitaph for all.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
rose smells as sweet without Man's interplay.
Monsanto played its part with sterile seeds.
Who now recounts uncounted rosary beads?
Where once rose mansions, mankind skilled to rule,
passed away, as Nature thawed ice cool.
As polar bears' float floes flown extinct became,
humanity perished punished for end game
strategic errors, sunk without a trace
each day disasters throwing in their face
stupid neglect and counterfeited glee
as climate change came home with rising sea
encouraging wave whispers circling round
till last survivors, dismal tidings, drowned.
Where greed and need together feed faults caught,
no lessons learning, faulty logic fraught,
the planet's billions to their cost
too late awoke to measure all they'd lost.
Lands hands could treasure tides now hide, none guage
how storyboard saw time erase man's page
despite the skill that sapiens or wise
ten thousand years had shown in every guise.
Earthquakes off Richter Scale with thundering sound
amazed the gazing peasants ranged around;
and still cows grazed and still the wonder grew,
that Nostradamus prophecies came true.
Past is Man's fame, rot blots the very spot
where those who triumphed henceforth lie forgot.