Dirt- In Us and On Us

By Harsahib Shergill

the dusty winds have escaped the gates of hell,

sweeping off anything on its way,

to settle and swallow us whole.

making its Home on our lands and bodies,

Experiencing them,

Enduring

and Succumbing;

Barely overcoming.

this dirt rests on our bodies,

its permanence unable to be rinsed

tempted by our marvellous exteriors

and soft permeable skin,

it Slowly seeps in,

consuming us and changing the composition of our very being.

We don't resist it,

but are merely,

fascinated by its Unknown possibilities.

it becomes a Part of us

and is now rooted deep inside,

too hard to reach

too easy to see

Lies fed to us,

famish our guts

as Truth becomes harder to swallow

We feed on it

and it feeds on Us,

making us sick,

rotting and decaying us Inside.

our lungs covered in soot,

and hearts, further beating this impurity,

aiming to antagonize us against anything left pure

so, we Fight it.

The iron in our blood stinks;

this stench runs up to our minds,

silencing reason and intellect.

our bodies become vessels of filth and muck;

where Truth and other virtues once prevailed.

this Overconsumption of dirt

has raised an Epidemic,

a Genetic Disease,

mutating and passing on from one generation to the other

tantalizing us to consume and steal.

we sit on our piles of dirt

Goods consumed,

Goods snatched, not offered

only to realise,

the higher the pile,

the deeper are the hells, that will welcome us.

when will we Learn?

we have been dead too long.

-Divine beings

transmuted to urns - carrying our own remains

consuming what consumes us

Protect us from this wretched irony!

Fill us with fresh blood that once ran in our veins!

Brush off the grime on our eyes!

and let us See what we've become!

Nurture us so that we find the strength to fight these storms!

to Overcome

not Succumb

or Endure.

as this impurity runs in us,

a question remains:

to Shake off this layer of dirt,

is to Shake off our very existence and being?

By Harsahib Shergill