A poem of vehmnent bemusement inspired by this article
“Stop having kids” say VHEMT,
With obvious narcissistic intent,
“Enjoy your long life full of pleasures
Using up all Earth’s natural treasures,
No need to change your unethical ways
Or your environmentally destructive sways
Live big, free of burden and responsibility
Who cares about generational liability!”
The passion of this self centred movement
And it’s unbridled deludement
Has nothing to do with saving the Earth
Or helping the people across it’s round girth,
Forget Homo mutante ever evolving
For VHEMT sees humanity disolving
And as for the future jobs
To support the old ages of these knobs,
They prefer robots to fulfill all they desire
Until the day they expire.
How do they imagine the last days,
Of the last person to feel the sun’s rays?
Will the person be incinerated,
By a sun now unabated?
Perched on the last peak of dirt
By a dead acid sea girt?
Or will the last of this movement realise,
With ironic surprise,
Though alone they might be
There’s still humanity
And they strive to make the world well
Without need to toll humanity’s bell.