The Cure
The Cure -Kaanthal Manikandan (a poem from my book, ‘The See-Saw Souls) A warrior sent by the true ruler To quieten the battle cries of the self-proclaimed ones Taking control and taking lives Stabbing Earth with shovels and knives. We’ve angered someone with unimaginable power By forgetting that we are just another petal in the flower Now we wither away... Standing on the verge of falling down Humanity might just go into oblivion. Everything we’ve done, said and faced Our history and survival on the verge of being erased. And so we pray and surrender We take back our lies And lower our knives...