A protest poem and a poignant verse by Anoucheka, in Different Truths.
Man is mad, So it would seem He births exalts at it Enjoys, uses, and even abuses To the extent of feeling dejected At the time of realising how much He loses, in the very end! A soul he is, inhabiting a body A body he has, driven by senses A being he is, depending on his heart An existence he has been willed, void and meaningless A conscience, which even if it keeps knocking Is never taken into consideration! Rather, Man makes it a must A duty even, To follow the sick routines of life To be one among the millions To live like the mad! Man exalts so much at himself That he cares not if his feet Trample on flowers Causing them pain as they die He cares not if his wastes Contribute to the murder of Mother Earth By injecting in her throat more and more of toxins He worries not if he uses too much Of that which offers Earth He sees not that someday Because of him No one will be able to enjoy the glow of the rainbow! Man, in the very end, remains an unborn child A foetus shrouded in the dark comfort of a womb Man sees not that which surrounds him Man sees not the courage of the one who carried him Man cares not about it Man cares only about himself Still, like his birth bid him to, He shall have his eyes opened someday And then, He shall come to realise How mad he had been all this time How childish How blind How absolutely selfish How very evil! Man is mad, So it would seem!
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Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a primary school educator in Mauritius. She writes poems and short stories on a wide range of subjects. She publishes regularly on online poetry sites and manages her own poetry blog. She has published a collection of poems in print, in her country, titled “Awakened Fancies.”
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