Saprophyte

By Raag

An ugly bird.A stupid little vulture.

Hated since the day it was born,

Roaming around searching for acceptance,

Searching for peace.

How can such a filthy creature find peace?

A harbinger of death.

The unsightly bird,

Feeding on putrescent remains,

Lazy, disgusting bald bird!

Speak your mind, 

Why do you seek peace?

"I strive for approbation, I do not know why"

O filthy little creature you don't deserve to live for such a trivial purpose.

I shall liberate you from this worthless life!

"O sire, please do not. I just wish for someone to acknowledge me"

The illiterate creature doesn't understand.

It doesn't understand that its life is trifling,

It doesn't understand that its purpose is disgusting.

Don't worry you inferior creature, 

I shall extricate you.

You are a slave to life itself,

Let me save you.

"Please sire, I do not wish to be saved"

I pointed my rifle towards the winged creature,

It wailed and cried as it flopped around desperately.

The shots were deafening,

Three bullets were fired.

one tore its wing,

Another went through its head,

The last one pierced its heart.

That revolting creature was bleeding on the floor,

Defeated.

I turned around and started to walk

with a feeling of victory.

That's when I heard a loud shriek from behind,

I turned around to see the bloody creature flying, 

It looked me in my eye and had the audacity to say

"O Sire, Thank you.”

It then exhorted in a tranquil voice

“Sire, you are the only barrier to your lotus" 

It flew up, with a smile on its bald face

The vulture died that day, 

Not because of the bullets.

But because it found what it desired.

The filthy creature managed to find acceptance.

By Raag