poetry

The pawn we are

He couldn’t bare the sight. He couldn’t bare the feeling. He felt so torn that he could no longer attach himself to the ground anymore. The sight in front of him was not only graphic but also horrifying. They say that family is the only union that is left when you have nothing… What if the family is on the verge of not being left too.
He stood perplexed to the earth, watching every scene of the happenings. As helpless as he was, he couldn’t do anything more than shed enormous droplets of tears. for once he didn’t consider the thought that he was next. maybe because he wished it was so.
Life seemed lifeless, time seemed timeless, everything was so rapid, it had only taken a few days.
Rumors had it when the proprietors of the beastly acts were around, but what could an innocent young lad do about it? He may have had the charisma but not against arms, machetes, sickles.
The proprietors were almost confused for farmers or even honey harvesters. Who could tell they were soul harvesters? Life takers?
Then the thought crossed his mindless mind. Who knew it still had a room for more thoughts? He almost thought he had thought all he had to in his entire short life he thought to have had. Where did it all start?
The question to all of us is.” Where did it all start?”. We ought to all go back at the last junction and check if we really took the correct path. Did we really turn to the path we had anticipated to turn to?
Since when did we allow our preferences to be determined our political stand? The answers lie in our midst, just that we are too busy trying to crack riddles not asked. The only way we will be able to make it better is by valuing the life for what it is worth. Not comparing the life of your neighbor to anything mirrored by our political ideologies.
Let’s cease to be pawns in this game. Dying for ‘bigger’ pieces. Life is worthless without other beings.
#by PILLAR
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