Because, without giving –
To the living ones
To reflect or to forgive,
To correct or to bleach off
Your war crimes or vices –

The holy oblivion will put
An eternally overtaking gear
To e–race or to erase,
Such hateful, truth–less, spineless,
Intercontinental venom –
Weaving soulless spiders,
Numacraps!

From the gloriously growing
Screen, script, literature and tradition.
From a noiseless–day on

They will never ever get
A good birth or a good death
A good burial or an e–salvation

In any lip, in any ear, in any eye,
In any road–name, in any story, in any song
Or, in any holy–dust / ash !

Oh, leave all those –
But, the unhappy truth is that

They will never ever get
That name ‘Human’ !

Ancient people called such births
Evolved-animals,
Wasted-births, Numacraps,
Or, rejected-
Dusts
From blue, sky,
DNA of Paradise !

Evolution failed mankind
With daydream, allusions, bullshit
And Trumped-up story.
But,
Revolution revived mankind
With reality, civilizations, blood –
And Promethean Fire !

                                                               ~ Sanju Clement

                                                                   Kerala, India