Dear Humans

By Chitra Chidambaram

Dear humans,

I observe your fondness for the colour red

you smear it on your hands

you enjoy seeing it on hearts

you bathe me in it, as you comfortably sit

singing patriotic songs on social media

your egos waiting for the post to garner a million hits.

I lie beneath you,

as you mindlessly walk roughshod over me

wearing my mask on life's illusory streets

eyes blinded by power, lust, greed.

I know I'm dying, but are you even living?

the blood on your hands is not mine

it's your own blood

your epitaph will read:

'a walking cyanide, to cleanse the earth

fortunately swallowed himself and

died by suicide in a wasted birth.’

yours faithfully,

humanity

By Chitra Chidambaram