Decisions

 We, people, are riding a floating rock,

going round and round,

like the time itself,

breathing all the clean ear we can,

glugging all the water we can,

shitting all over the place…

cutting trees,

wielding weapons,

grabbing knives to stab each other…

we, people, are wandering along dim alleys,

from womb to tomb

hands into fist

war, that’s what we love,

that’s the god we bow to…

we, people, passing aloof the beauty of nature

the silkiness of the rain on our bare faces,

the sweetness in the fog at dawn

what really matters,

what will really prevail

kindness…

but one day,

we, people, are travelling for free on a piece of rock

that twirls automatically

by some sort of invisible mechanism

installed eons before our first steps were engraved in mud,

one day, we will cease fire,

we will rejoice at a sunset

will see our flesh and bone being scattered like ash

no more pain,

no more uncertainties…

no countries,

no borders,

no differences,

just grains of sand piled together

building new shores for birds to rest…

we, people, bottled in our own tiny minds,

artificial like snowflakes inside a crystal ball,

heading to oblivion,

death has licked all our foreheads,

we belong to thy,

sooner or later,

we’ll face the same destiny,

she’ll knock our door with the same hand,

and the poor, the rich, the noble, the impious,

the believer, the atheist

the straight and the gay

the black, the white,

the young, the old…all will be nothing,

just a faint memory

just a scribble on the book of time,

so, release your fingers from fists of hostility

and hug,

love each other

bless each other…

we, people, are just seeds on fertile soil,

decide whether you’ll bloom with joy

or you’ll rot.