How does history
Repeat itself by the clock
How is the present
A chip off the old block

Nearly seventy millennia back
The Sapiens migrated from Africa
Hunting and foraging for food
Amidst the Savannah of Eurasia

And wherever they went
They laid to total waste
The flora and the fauna
In their greed to make haste

Today the same DNA
Motivates us to migrate
To faraway lands and places
Offering opportunities on a plate

Leading to an exploding population
Trying to make a beginning afresh
Mindlessly desecrating the environment
And extracting its pound of flesh

Have we really moved on
And become more civilised
Or are we playing the same record
With the needle stuck beside

How do we change our DNA
Of extortion and exploitation
Seemingly taking us forward
While driving us to oblivion

How do we alter the music
Emanating from the gramaphone
How do we change our fate
Apparently cast on stone

Subir Chakraborty / 23rd Nov 2018