The Story Of Us

Not science but He created us all

He created the daffodils and the lilies and the petunias

He painted the world in all colours-

All colours including 'happy' and 'sorrow'

But not once did he create 'darkness'

For it was born from within us 

Darkness was just twice as fast 

To reach before the light

To remove all things pink, yellow, green or red

It liked only 'black' and that's just what it was.

It called itself 'the mother of all glory'

It engulfed us in an illusion

An illusion that still resides in us all

Yet we shudder from accepting it.

But we shudder not from spreading it

Spreading darkness like 'darkness' itself/

We betrayed Him

We are no longer worthy of being His creations

We are a 'black' blotch on His pride

However, we openly celebrate our 'destroyer'-

One who proclaims himself 'the mother of all glory'

Aren't we all more inhumane than humane?

Aren't we all robbers and goons?

Aren't we all criminals then?

Aren't we all worthy of hell?

Aren't we all nothing but darkness?