What Chances Lost - Acrostic Sonnets Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

What chances lost! Mankind must analyse
His Future when his Present’s lost for words,
As surface pleasures drive the common herds
To seek relief in soap-box bubbles, lies
Created for a song. Most phantasize
Heedlessly while wisdom to the birds
Alas is scattered, battered. He who girds
New thoughts must struggle, for most recognize
Conventions as safe harbour though time flies.
Errors repeat snap judgements quite absurd.
Life nears a crisis watershed, unheard
Our arguments seem lost as dream scheme sighs.
Some shine, but basic concepts many lack -
The garden path of learning now leads back.
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What chances lost! Stockmarket crash must mean
Harsh times ahead for those who're most in need
As global greed, ambitions to succeed,
Turn topsy-turvy pensions, jobs. Obscene,
Capital rapes planet blue and green,
Here oiling drills, there oily spills fear feed.
A tipping point approaches. Fools misread
Nature's gifts as rightful trampoline
Converting water clean to feed machine,
Exacerbating stark imbalance, seed
Latent Armaggedon, prepare stampede,
Overpresumptious pride's fall lurks unseen.
Sacrificing sense, Greed's whirligig
Triggers events so grave that grave they dig.


What chances lost! World leaders soon will meet
Hastily as panic stalks abroad,
Aware no further chance Earth can afford,
Tough decisions weak-kneed wills complete.
Control surrendered, crisis calls compete.
Hope's under pressure, patience is ignored,
Anxiety seeks confidence restored.
Never-neverland beneath our feet,
Challenging conditions, ice retreat,
Exaggerations home to roost reward
Lawless lust, banks bust, we reel toward
Overdrawn future, bankruptcy, defeat.
Selfless compassion may assist mankind
To open options, harmony, hope find.