Men come and then they're gone;
Haven't even the Gods dwindled?
Some are now a part of the lore,
Others, just a dot, unknown, of yore.
Yet, for things that are but a wraith;
We kill, we rape, and thus, we declare our faith.
But only to the ones feeling, 'tis a crime;
To the ones dealing, these become acts sublime.
And so, what will become of the promised lands;
When we as victors reach there?
Having already made one as hell;
Isn't it time, to stop — and think what we're trying to sell?
Haven't even the Gods dwindled?
Some are now a part of the lore,
Others, just a dot, unknown, of yore.
Yet, for things that are but a wraith;
We kill, we rape, and thus, we declare our faith.
But only to the ones feeling, 'tis a crime;
To the ones dealing, these become acts sublime.
And so, what will become of the promised lands;
When we as victors reach there?
Having already made one as hell;
Isn't it time, to stop — and think what we're trying to sell?
How true and poignant the last stanza is....esp "Isn't it time, to stop — and think what we're trying to sell?"....that is thinking bro...
ReplyDeletethanks Sree :)
ReplyDeleteprovocation was a movie titled Agora, though such sentiments were there long before.
And so, what will become of the promised lands;
ReplyDeleteWhen we as victors reach there?
Having already made one as hell;
Isn't it time, to stop — and think what we're trying to sell?
Says it all!! good one
Thanks Amit :-)
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