Man, the most bewildering of beings,
Birthed from sounding clay, crowned with reason,
A vessel of divine intelligence.
He claims devotion to the Creator—
The One whose essence fills the heavens and earth,
Whose breath animates all that thrives.
Yet, with hands meant to create and bless,
He slays humanity without remorse,
Blind to the sacred truth:
Each bears the speaking image of the Divine,
A spark of eternity glowing within.
Thus, he desecrates what is sacred.
He shatters the ecosystem,
The sine qua non of life,
Destroying the harmony entrusted to his care.
Rivers run crimson with human blood,
Murky with the poison of neglect.
Forests fall, weeping beneath his blade,
While factory chimneys choke the air,
Veiling the skies in toxic smoke.
Oblivious to the sacred essence within,
Man unravels the living tapestry of creation—
A web of interwoven threads,
Each pulsing with divine purpose,
Each singing in a celestial symphony.
He burns his cradle, draining earth's lifeblood,
Turning gold into ashes, beauty into barren waste.
He bows to idols of stone and coin,
Mistaking power for purpose.
The Eternal watches in silence, displeased,
Present in every withered leaf,
In every fading stream,
In every extinguished flame of life.
O Man, marvel of creation,
Now marvel of devastation,
Why sever the bond between yourself and nature—
The bond meant to sustain your soul?
Why trample the sacred thread
That binds Creator, creation, and you?
Madness lies in your willful forgetfulness,
In breaking the covenant of Alast—
To harm the earth is to harm the Divine.
To destroy creation is to desecrate the Sacred,
For all is woven in one eternal thread.
The Divine mourns your cruelty,
Songs of love turned to lament.
The seas swell with sorrow,
And the winds whisper warnings—to deaf ears.
Yet hope lingers, soft as a prayer:
That man may awaken from his madness,
See the sacred in all that surrounds him,
And walk again with reverence and grace,
As a steward of creation, not its destroyer.
MyKoul
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