The heat of these dancing flames… it feels like a taunt at my crimson wounds.
The sly scarlet mocks my fears…as I stand here, in front of this great wall of fire.
These flames…they rejoice their might, they celebrate their terror.
They laugh when they prosecute the innocent, they frown when the kids smile.
They take pride in their eternal reign…for…this fire has been burning since the first child cried for hunger…
For….this fire will burn….till the last man begs the heavens for death.
A trail of sweat trickled down my quivering spine. I misunderstood, believed it to be the silent cry of my dying soul.
But, rather…it was the elegant hail, yelled out by my enslaved ego. A song of praise for the devouring power.
My friend…. don’t fall for the trickery of her highness.
She’s not here to pull you into a warm hug when the cold world haunts you. No….!!
“Humanity is a virtue”, they say…
But… she is the fire of greed.
You are either as cruel as her….
You are either a slave to her….
Or….you are nothing at all….
– Gauri Walecha