To What End

I waited Under the outspread foliage Of the banana tree, With ripening fruits dangling precariously, Wondering, With eyes set on the earth, Wishing I understood This everlasting madness. To what end would man go, To what end? A mystery it remains, Like the age old conundrum Of the seniority between the hen and the egg, Like the unfathomable depths of the bottomless pit... Oh! Lamenting in unbridled grief, Mother of all, Seated on an ashen throne, Wails poignantly, While her children trade mighty fists, Wetted by her tears, Buoyed no less by her flashing darts Of fierce reproof.. I, a mere bystander, Watching, meditating, confused, Lost, trying to understand what Led to such fisticuffs Between brothers who sucked on The small obfuscated nipple And rode the same burdened back.. Yes! To what abysmal end? What, hidden under the rigid crusts of the earth Drives man to seek so zealously To bury his fellow man Six inches below And shake his head From side to side Wearing rehearsed frowns, Indifferent, obeying the laws Of anarchy, and basking In the prestige Of ill advantage? For in these matters, Fasidically christened "the survival arts" Men show sleight of hand, Dexterity and mastery of the deleterious science Of death... And for his fellow, he is unapologetic.. Fallen, have you into the cesspool And mucky wastes of nothingness, You survived not, And as such, were not fit to survive... We, must hold our Small heads in mad agony, For shamelessly, we have Trampled on the little men, So dastardly disparaged Till they shrunk, Into tiny ants Who suffer in silence While the mammoths fight For the trophy from Sheol.. I wondered.... Days passed, Nights went by, sleep eluded me, Nightmares sought out my deranged mind And tormented me, And I could not bear it any longer! I searched the lengths and breadths of the earth For answers, from men wizened beyond my years, But found them not... I found only fools, Tightly snuggled in their cosy territories With mighty barricades And tall barb-wired fences, Throwing orgies... For they had defeated themselves... It was then, I slept... This time, in the gentle Stillness of the Caspian, Wishing I was never born....