Night is the time of the powerful,
waiting for the doors to open |
and those too heavenly to see it
are shunned away in the dark manor of fear.
Have you ever wondered
what a small bird
with her yellow beak and claws,
blinded by the dark of the night
feels when a door is shut on her
and she has no place to go?
Every cell of the sparrow
cried in despair
and the fact she was lost remained,
lingering in the dark corridors of the night.
'Let me in' , cried the bird
'Help me please, ' wailed the helpless.
In vain, though , she waited
before the door
for it would never open
the masters were too keen to have peace
to spare a few chirps for the poor to weep.
Inch by inch,
the sparrow's beak closed the distance to the door
and inch by inch,
she grew more remorse.
Night truly is the time of power,
the time of talon and claws,
the time too scary for the innocent.
And so is the truth of life,
the night shall prevail for ever and ever more
and none shall survive except the survivors.
Is the world so ruthless
that the power is worshiped
and pitiful is kicked away?
God didn't make foes,
God created brothers
so is this the secret of brotherhood?
Fear the profane
scare the lousy dame?
Where's your justice now, O'human?
why's your science hibernating?
where are the answers you seek?
where is omnipotent, benevolent Almighty?
I ask these questions
not to clear my quandary.
I ask them to annihilate your mudded minds
and fill them with humanity.
Faith is not going to help you
survive an explosion.
Truth is not going to
save you from death.
So O' creature of the Holiest Saint
O'blood lusty creature of technology!
open your eyes and broaden your minds
for yours is the world
and only your is the will to survive.
Be human and help the weak
'cause even Romans had a heart.
Be human and save the world
for the end is near.
Be human and practice humanity,
for someday you might be the one
being the target of profanity
and then shall you realize
the true purpose of a human
the true value of humanity!