Atman: An Attempt At Poetry

Atman

I saw a plastic water bottle
Bobbing on the waves
Of a poisoned lake

We cannot drink from the river
But it’s okay
There’s a bottle for you
And a bottle for me
Just none for the fish.

It’s the best way
It’s the only way
It is God’s way.
It’s the Market’s way.

We cannot share
That is wrong,
That makes us lazy
That makes us unfree

We must work for ourselves
So we can buy a plastic bottle
For our own private use
Or the poison will get us.

We are all bottles of water
Bobbing on the sea
Afraid to spill ourselves into the whole
Separated by a plastic barrier from the all
Our lids snuggly tight
Killing the planet
To save ourselves