The future of Human race

WHAT THOU SHALL SMUGGLE IN THE FUTURE WORLD

-Bindeswar Saha

What thou shall smuggle in the future world?
‘Tis a question of concern and cult.
Thou may choose water to tilt
The furrow ravine of your garden wilt
Or shall you bargain on the infertile state,
To prosper thy nonchalant estate?
For the season of coal and oil is transpiring
And men of tight appetite are wondering-
“What else to steal?
Money abounds in precious zeal!”

Why an ounce of seed--
Can help you gold to breed!
If the matter falls short,
Go for the lively atmosphere--
And its constituents you may shear
To fetch an economical impetus.
Tarry a little! Don’t make a rush;
Will human health beget food humongous?
Why not, the planet exceeds in numbers,
Grasp you shall at the weakling climbers.
Until you aren’t a kleptomaniac
Would you sell your sons and daughters in the rack?
How about tainting ammunition?
Could be anyone’s exquisite ambition.
Across the walls, across the seas
You shall deliver plenty at ease.
Perhaps, you oughta better face
Go for, then, march in life’s race!
Mind you, thoughts and ideas
Makes a man great
Play a ploy and capture the best rate
And you shall watch and your pocket shall fill.
For the world thrives at innovation and will.
Aren’t satisfied?
Fine!
Steal the sun’s unbiased rays
And sell them at a double rate
Make thy wings an eternal hyperbole
But I pray thee shall you hazard
Or thrive at such a low thought absurd?
Instead, let's broom the world
Out of dust and plant plenty
To redeem for the wicked gentry.
A last attempt to be human
Before our Antipodes tame our altruism.