We, Human Beings Poem by nithya raghavan

We, human beings capable
of thinking, feeling, acting,
destroying, obliterating, deteriorating
and everything that goes
beyond the soul's imagination.
Our eyes burn with
the black fire, our
mouths slowly open
to fire the bullets,
to spit the bullets
of harsh words,
leading to a balck-out
in those minds and hearts.
We shave the green
hair of our mother
Earth, to grease her with the
tar, so that our
vehicles can drift swiftly,
We scratch her body,
and yet her patience
does not allow her
blood to flow out. We
stuff the throat of
truth with sand and
layer it with cold
water so that its
voice doesn't escape
out of those caves,
like a flight of seagulls
in the midst of lies.
We create a river
full of arrows, that
attack sand and those
particles stick on to
the edges of an arrow,
like corpses sticking
to the sand with
congealed blood spread on it.
The rose concieved
by nature with the
love of dew drops,
on a morning when
the Sun burns the
background of the
sky, is pulled out of
its home, its land-
the crudeness of our
very 'gentle' hands........