[Poetry Request # 13]
Again, I seriously doubt this is what Sandeep had in mind, but well.
It comes down to this - trapped between the
prehistoric lizard of religion
and a superpower gone ape, between
a past we thought we were done with and
the radioactive beast of the
future - we are bystanders, easily
killed; footnotes to the ideologies
that stomp through our streets, turning cities
to battlefields, adding casualties
up in a skyline of histograms.
What saves us, in the end, is not
ingenuity, but insignificance.
Our fame is too small a mouthful,
and the present proves too quick.
Unnoticed by eras our lives slip away.
We are spared because we do not matter,
are too many to count; emerge uncrushed
from beneath the downtreading days,
not certain how or why we escaped
but grateful, anyway, to be alive.