We won’t stop
Fulfilling  the emptiness of our dismantled souls,
rendered breathless by toxic channels
of relentless greed and confounding desires.

We won’t stop
Disrupting the serenity of peace loving nature
till the foul nauseating smell of its decay,
fills our nostrils like stench of flesh devoured by hounds.

We won’t stop
The silent wails of terrified trees, asking
to cease the bloodless massacre of its species,
calling out to our conscience if there’s any left in us.

We won’t stop
Till the cacophony of croaking crows,
roaring lions and howling wolves
transforms into an orchestra of deafening silence.

We won’t stop
Till we ravage the land with elegant structures,
hallmark of our intellectual capabilities, unfettered wisdom,
with not a place vacant to rest in peace.

We won’t stop
Till a global pandemic forces us,
to face our transient mortality,
frailties of highest order,
helplessness in wake of crisis.

We won’t stop
Till all that we hold dear is snatched from us,
stripped of all its marvelous magnificence,
tossed into the bottomless pit
of our innumerable needs.

We won’t stop
Till all that’s left
is incessant abundance of nothingness.