Monsoon Children

These are the monsoon children, born of mud and rain.
These are the children, who bring deliciously disgusting destruction and joyous pain.
These are the children who come every era with no motive but to see scores slain.
These are the children born of the hideous hunger of humans who want more.

Bigger, better, cleverer, richer, faster: is all they take to consider to fight. But
Fight? Why fight? Fight with who? Fight for who? For what?
Enshrouded thus in truth, crime lies and the lust for all-rounded gain lies humanity
Never again to be freed of Heaven’s bond of greed, sadism, evil banes; not at least for eternity

These are the souls of bogus innocence, crying out to be let free, trapped within each of us safely.
These are the deceitful honey traps of invisible high-up bigshots using emotions, manipulating us.
These are the inconceivable nightmares that strike at the snap at a dirty oily finger or two.
These are the same incoherent voices that change forever our destinies.

Sheefatunnessa Rabiah
4 Justice