The fire reached my doorstep,
Yet, I do not write because I was scorched,
because humankind is burning,
or that my home today was torched.
I do not believe there is a heaven,
a better place to be,
or that God created us in his likeness,
that we're moral, you and me.
Should I be numb by now?
Should I no longer care?
Haven't I witnessed horrors enough,
why should it matter another's there?
I must be so conditioned,
to flick it off like so much lint,
when I've seen father's rape their daughters,
surprised if they didn't,
when we make it a matter of pride,
to kill and maul for ourselves to be heard,
where it's not enough to be accepted,
we'd like us to be feared,
whether that be a religious fanatic,
upending Kashmir, Gujarat or Bombay,
Or a nations insecure head,
looking for power in his day,
be it a drunken lout beating his wife,
or a back-stabbing friend slicing clean through.
Aren't Human's so sick and depraved?
But goddamnit I'm Human Too!!!
I cannot point fingers,
speak of an incurable human foible,
or shrug in practiced unconcern,
watching human integrity burn.
I cannot march in the streets,
protesting in impotent rage,
who am I protesting to?
Whose attention will I engage?
Here I stand in a place,
knowing I have no right to expect,
goodness and honour; the milk of human kindness,
nor do I have to surrender,
give in to comforting blindness,
and definitely not forfeit my right to choose my way,
to maybe be not Godlike,
but neither forsake my humanity; for my lifetime and a day.
Am I enraged, am I indignant,
Is my head bowed down in prayer?
What does an honourable atheist do,
having no salvation or hereafter?
How does he make sense,
of incessant senseless slaughter?
I have no answer, no security blanket to hug close,
No prayers to offer for the mutilated souls of those,
all I have to offer to the cosmos balanced in its energy,
on behalf of a broken, disillusioned, sometimes depraved mankind,
is a heartfelt, sincere apology.