A Plea of the Dying

Since the age evolution struck, man has been my fondest child, and I, his ever devoted mother. I’ve rejoiced in his success, grieved in his pain, bled in his greed and was plundered by his every reign. For I have seen him unfold his secrets like the seasons reveal their shades – slowly, silently, evidently. Has it been easy? I dare not be blinded by love and agree! But has it even been easy for anyone? I think not. A mother’s heart is forever delusional, I think.

Amidst death one finds life, and amidst disparity is hope. Deceived by the charms of fate, destiny and eventuality he went beyond bounds till the time animals were now perceived to be more human than man himself. Coaxing and aspiring to become undisputed, filling spaces of emotions with superficial pride, hideous acts in the name of faith – man himself would never step back from deponing that this world is purely anthropogenic – such is the blindness of his humility. May the spirits bless his naiveté’s.

Selcouth is his ability of reasoning, for no other child of mine has proved to be so convincing and yet, so deadly. His inability to empathize evokes my deepest anxiety, for how can he be a creature of the God he so devotedly preaches? How can he not be damned for all that he has coveted? How can he seek to be blessed, when he has lived a life as sinful as his? How can he call himself human, and sound boastful? I can only resent.

A witness to his deeds I stand here aghast. What can I do to change his fate? I seek to bless him, but I can’t as I too am bound by laws. I’ve heard him pray, I’ve heard him sing of the heaven’s doors which shall take him into its bosom after his journey here ends. I fail to think of another way. I resent. I can only hope, that on his last dawn when I set him free he understands the intentions with which I bring his fall. That I shall die along my blood if it brings solace to him. For I shall sacrifice all I’ve ever made, into dust, if that brings him eternal peace. It shall be the end of me, if it gives him a chance to start anew.

 I know not of any other way. Only an end can bring him a start.

I am the blessed mother who has seen her beloved children bleed each other in the name of humanity and its feeble rights. I am the mother earth, and this, is a plea of the dying.