Cataclysms

How many times leaders see
the wispy curtain of inclement inklings
spread as a sprawling leaden sheet over the sky,
but use a calculator in the head to digest
what the torrid canvas truly suggests to our mind.

Even when any calendar of the past
records the peril of such harm,
which is on time’s ledger for comparison,
inward is often the voice of lethargic reasoning
as an atrophy of acumen’s astute eyes,
who wil not discern the real potent demise
that lies outside the comfort zone
where they dwell in the illusion of true control,
still treating the will as crown over every climate,
then channel an impotence in reaction
through rationale’s corridor in justified inactivity.

But then when the camera of consequence
reveals the fodder in every creature
left as shrapnel of that cataclysm cannon,
it is dealt with by sermonized excuses
so impassioned in their feigned compassion.

What tragedy lingers in the truth
of how this is a circle too often in human behavior,
sadly one that history records
through the enduring nature of institutionalized rulership,
when facing the warning signs of imminent destruction.