You don’t need to fight over me;
Bound and blind, I belong to you all nevertheless.
None claimed me to be theirs;
Until you had blood of brothers to spill and rivals to fight against.
You wielded shrill, ill-speaking swords;
Cunning shields next, to shamelessly defend the sins of your swords and minds.
Kingship meant a blessing, to look after a nation and her subjects, with love;
Before the meaning was changed to betrayal in royal standards, as love turned into lust.
Kingdoms rose and fell;
And you never learned through time,
From those billions of chests that were wounded beyond repair in warfare.
While other beings flourished, ‘harmony’ strongly set as their evolution bond;
You brought doom upon yourself;
No, Upon me!
Swords gave way to ammo;
So did simple cruel kings to massive dictators;
But then, none saw what was to happen to you and to me.
Evil Leaders rose, colourful flags rose;
Shaking hands in the fore, crossing fingers in the back;
I endured all without speaking a word.
And when things seemed to be unacceptably beyond the limits;
I gave you warning;
I had to, even if they were harsh, but you never learned.
The sands of time is not all about the bad you;
Yes, there were good men and women who spoke from heart my concerns;
But failed to stand the might of the evil people and the fools that they made out of people.
Science and Technology, you said;
Injecting fluids, which mercilessly murdered trillions of lab rats;
Advancement of medical science, you said. Traitors!
None spoke of love for me;
All you wanted was lustrous gold and regal marble graves;
When you see that I am about to crumble into oblivion;
Which surely means the end of you too;
You speak of love for nature.
Enough! don’t fight over me;
I have let the reigns of future to be in your hands for too long;
I take over now;
Even if you take me to be rude.
For, mother I am to you all;
I forgive you even today.