The Human Judgement

In the duly hollow privileges
Of a tantrum-hit city
A raven, a Cheshire cat, and a pesky rat
Collected on an amphitheater stage—
They brought their own seating.

They wondered what to do with the world
Now that the humans are losing power
And probably die in number of lacs
Leaving the planet to their likes
And so, now, on them the responsibility lies.

The cat led, the raven judged, and the rat had all the chance to speak but
The rat, he said, we must first learn what brought the human
To the demise of their race
So the mistake may be refrained from being
Repeated again
The cat nod.
Raven only said, "nevermore".

And so the rat began
With no control ove' his mind or tongue
And judged the humans for being greedy—
"Losing their minds in the black hole of their systematized cities
They are getting consumed in their own insanity
Ready to lose the ones dearest to their hearts even."
The cat just nod.
The raven only said, "nevermore"

And so continued the rat
Reminding an old tale of greed
But their ain't no pied piper of Hamelin anymore
Who'd ease the pain again or take away this Covid-whateve'
And even if there was one, the humans won't bother to live still
They survive merely, doomed for their creed.
The cat merely nod.
But the raven said, "nevermore"

Continuing, the rat told, how the rich seek the Figaro olive oil, or Baskin Robbins's ice-cream or Nik Baker's bread
And is ready to sue the government for not providing their stomach-filled hungers with strawberries and kiwis
And on the other hand, the poorest of the poor find no meal, and the lesser poors need a variety in their meal
With more of free veggies and different skins and meat.
There is a sandwiched class also, having faith in the country or politicians more than they have it in the doctors even
—I wonder what they mean when they say country though (added the raven)—
That's right, said the cat, the humans are humans and they remain the same everywhere, like always, ill-bred and inhumane
—"Yeah, but nevermore"

But, said the cat, they got a spirit to survive well
I'm sure they'll find a way out of this too
And even if they get to die in lacs
They'll use their religion or the fear of other religions to reproduce more and more
And those new ones, will be filled with more hate maybe
More prejudices, more disgusts, more egos, more impatience, and more minds than the hearts
Humans always come up with a new system, if the previous one fails
But I have hardly seen them dying for sure
They'd kill rather, if they're dying
But they don't die alone.
"Hmm," raven reacted, "nevermore"

Then we got not to worry, excitedly jumped up the rat from his seat of foamy rotten bread
(which he'd got from the trash lying outside and near the dustbin lying unattended in that premises only,
Swarming with insects of different breeds
And of course, complemented with an uneasy smell of pungency)
We got not to worry at all, the rat said giving a dancing motion to his words and waving his arms up in the air,
We ain't like them
None of it of what we discussed
And hence when this race perishes forever and ever and ever,
We wouldn't have to worry a bit
The nature will take care of us
Having saved the planet for us
And we shall survive with our capability and fate and the nature's design
Which we wouldn't have to question but merely to live by
And now we only got to wait for all the humans to die
From their own faults and ill-humor and misconceptions and hatred and greed and selfishness and lack of wisdom or kindness or love or empathy
"Don't get too excited, rat!" the cat said with a poker face
"I've lived with the humans closely.
If God doesn't help them, they stop believing in Him.
And if they find it is nature's doing
They might end up attacking more fervently
Leaving not just their kind, but not a single one of our kind alive either
So be glad things ain't that bad still as of yet"
And the raven added, "nevermore"

All three got quietened with a "phew".
And just while these questions swirled and whirled around them
The answer was somewhere blowing in the wind too.