Tuesday, June 12, 2012

A Race of Hope

The glimpse of the last thread of sun,
I heard a voice between the legs of an unfortunate mother,
It screamed to the voice of its heart,
Lo! The nurse exclaimed. "Its a baby, but..."

It was just another night,
The birth of a new human race,
Like the girl with four hands,
This was just another mutant.

Millions of mutants have passed by,
Double heads,  sickle cells,  blue skins,
Many suffered, many dead,
And human rejoiced for its own genes.

The baby, I name him Aeam the First,
He grew and aged with strongest of bones,
His brain was sharper than the sanest of men,
His skin was glowing brighter than the moon.

Every boy in the town envied on him,
Every girl he met, fell shy for him,
They felt like apes in front of humans,
Who knows if the reason for the rage of apes!

Aeam the First, was another animal,
A seed from the Darwin's tree of life,
All he wanted was to spread his genes,
Struggling his life than anyone on earth.

One day he went to a forest in depth,
He saw a rock in the midst of the jungle,
He went on to the height to sit and ponder,
Then, lo! there was light upon light!

O' Aeam the world is created just for you,
Cut the trees or mine the gold
Slave the humans or kill their kids,
All you want is to spread your genes.

He attained the Nirvana from the trap of sympathy,
He went out in search of women and food,
His brain yielded the best of science,
His strength created an air of power.

Men from all the towns debated on Aeam,
Some said he needs to be killed by law,
Some said he needs to be conspired to death,
While others suggested to experiment on him.

On the seashore of Europe some held the cross,
They ran in nude in favor of the First,
Their sympathy overflowed their own intellect,
By Gandhi and Buddha, we swear to help him.

Who knew austerity has little with nature,
The cruelty of nature we admit as law,
But who knew sympathy would be a disaster of a creed,
Azmath! Did you mean Gandhi and Buddha were wrong?

Aeon the first, with his thought and mind,
Went to Europe to swear on the cross,
Obliged his asylum with the cleverness of character,
He was just one among the men.

One guy from the past had another love,
He went to Europe in search of food,
Lost in the woods from any women,
He mated with a girl from amongst Neanderthals!

Aeom, had a heart stronger than before,
He was fifteen with a sack so large,
The pressure beneath led him to break,
He mated with a girl, a Neanderthal for Aeam.

The glimpse of the first thread of sun,
I heard the voice between the legs of a fortunate mother,
It laughed to the voice of its heart
Lo! The nurse exclaimed. "Its a baby, but..."

The dawn of a new race of hope,
Aeam named him Afam the Second,
And the third was a girl, born from another mother,
Aeam named her Ewe the Second.

It went on with the strength of the cross of Europe,
Generation after generation they bred with vigor,
The third of our dimension were the second for them,
Even the Jews of Ashkenazim were apes for them.

The cross was nailed by the envy of men,
Gandhi and Buddha were veiled from love,
Men and women, Kings and Presidents,
United for a cause, the cause of humanity.

They declared a war with envy and fear,
They envied on every Aeam and Ewe,
Men are not new to genocides,
with pride in their numbers they went for the war.

The war was a struggle for the existence of life,
The war was forced by the nature of course,
The war was shaped by the tooth of a lion,
It said, I sympathize on deers but they are my food.

Azmath, I can't blame the cross of Europe,
I can't blame Buddha or Gandhi,
If men had recognized the superiority of Aeams,
It would be just another branch from Adam.




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