Old man, take my words calmly and in your stride
You’d soon die and miss the spectacle of mankind’s suicide
Whether You had lived in fame, or in abject shame
No one would notice when you lie under the grime.
Nobody would miss you or mourn longer than a week or two
The tuneless songs you sang, the worthless books you wrote
Will all be deleted from your hard-disk bundles
To make place for noisier songs and audibles in Kindle
You’re JUST one of a million links clipped on parallel
In a long, long chain that goes on in an endless spiral
Till mankind in the high heat it created suffers and wallows
And the seas rise to the lands and all of it swallow
Where will your grandkids go when life gets unbearable?
And on earth there’s no air that’s even breathable
Reverse Osmoses clog earth’s water table far too deep
Rivers no longer flow; their house is too hot to live or sleep?
Will they scramble to rockets warming up for Mars or Planet Titan
Like desperate men who clung to airplanes’ wheels in Afghanistan
To an unknown planet beyond Bayt al-Ma’mur* in the sky
And choke and drown like the kids who drowned in the Philistines Sea.
*Bayt al-Mamur is believed to be Allah’s own Kaaba over the seventh Paradise where angels worship Him,