Last Day

The sun is rising through the black sky,

And so is the flame from the ground.

The earth is home to people, who want to die

 But they can’t because they are bound.

People explode with shouts and cries

Still nobody pays attention,

They open their mouths to utter lies

And there is nobody to show compassion.

The hot sun throws light on the wounded

And the night breeze is long gone,

The streets are overcrowded

with the bones of the unborn.

The sun shines with full intensity

and burns the soul of the wicked.

What is left is a burnt city,

And empty cars with parking ticket.

Every home is filled with people,

watching the television like a panel.

They bite their nails and their eyes twinkle,

when they see the same person on every channel.

Some want to know his name and some his position,

And some want to know his place of birth.

They know but have not yet taken a decision,

But they know he is the king of the earth.

An army of beautiful fairies erupt from the sky,

Singing and shouting in other tongues.

They tear the sun and through it they fly

to save the lowest of the rogues.

The master of the fairies comes on the ground

and invites the people on his chariot.

 Television has got the people bound,

And they call him Judas Iscariot.

The master welcomes the wounded and weary,

Who lie on the ground in their own blood.

The people come but the master becomes fiery,

He asks, “Where are the others I raised from this mud?”

 The people shift their gaze and remain mum,

As the master looks upwards, sorry for the promise he kept.

Why do you forsake me? Can’t with me you come?

 A tear trickled down his face and that day he wept.