ASHES
Published by Sanket Rathod under children, choice, corona, future, human, lockdown, man, pandemic, pollution on Sunday, April 12, 2020
I am a metal
man
With a heart
frozen and canned.
So I refuse
to die
And with
sheer will I will survive.
Let me out
of this concrete cage;
See how fast
I get back to my old ways.
Once the
fires have smouldered down to ashes,
See me light
my own and reignite the furnaces.
I keep
running out of fuel and fodder.
I need to
feed my greed, hatred and anger.
After all, who
will I become if I don’t soon resume
My
relentless strife to more own and consume?
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I am a human
being
With a soul
tucked away deep within.
But now I
yearn again to live
And in
myself to reseek belief.
Around my
mind to think narrow and small
I was the
one who build these high walls.
Long before
any unseen enemy found power,
I was the
one choking myself to death, only slower.
I muster
within me hope, faith, love and courage.
I cremate
with the departed my greed, hatred and rage.
After all, why
did I survive if I go back and resume
That
relentless strife to more own and consume?
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We are now
at a fork in the road.
The choice
that we make shall not be ours alone.
Our children
will reap fruits from seeds that today we sow.
In a world
full of death and hate or life and love will they grow?