Rain

Après moi, le déluge.

Sometimes I think we haven’t learned much
Since the time of Louis XV.

We focus on ourselves,
Our hedonistic pleasure,
Ignoring the effects of our selfishness
Because change is too hard.

Each choice made out of convenience,
Each moment of waste,
Is a raindrop
Drowning out our futures.

We think of future generations
With pity and shake our heads,
“What a shame.”
But we aren’t shamed enough
To give up ease or cheapness.