Towards A Better Place
When I gaze upon a starless sky
I’ve always wondered why
Man must have an ambiguous fate
When heading towards a better place.
I ask this question simply because
I truly wonder how long it was
Since Man found himself a fitting pace
To walk on towards a better place.
Man seems to exist for mere circularity
With constant fluctuating prosperity.
For Man is certainly the only race
That dreams of heading towards a better place.
From the beginning till eons after,
As stated once by Willa Cather,
Man may travel at a much faster pace,
But is he aiming towards a better place?
Sticks and stones were chosen and picked
To whack a rival with a lethal hit.
Does that vicious path in our genetic case
Lead us towards a better place?
The swords were forged to sever and slice
And sweep off heads and take their life.
As death in arrows fills this space,
Is this how to head towards a better place?
Cruelty surely knows no bounds
With every weapon that Man has found
Like the catapult or the deadly mace.
Is this how to head towards a better place?
Man gave birth to many thoughts
Which often ended in war, if not
With silenced souls plastered with too little grace.
Are we on our way towards a better place?
And soon enough Religion was born
Where the slightest differences have easily torn
Man away from the brothers he’s faced.
Are we heading towards a better place?
Only Man will lead his brothers to war
Till the other side lives nevermore.
And with each victory he claims it’ll take
Him certainly towards a better place.
With every cut and slash and whack and hack,
There is certainly something that Man does lack.
If his direction is off by the slightest mistake,
He’ll certainly fall short of a better place.
Though many, many millennia have passed
Has Man finally found at last
The almost certain and flawless way
To lead him towards a better place?
Bullies and tyrants have always existed
From Nero to Stalin, though we’ve certainly missed it.
Many men have claimed even till this day
That they know how to head towards a better place.
Global wars with figureless deaths
Have encumbered the World with lives ill-spent.
Generals and Kings and Presidents mandate
That they know the path towards a better place.
But the action they’ve decided to use
Leaves us stripped of our choice to choose.
They send our sons and daughters away
To fight and die for a better place.
The old sticks were quickly abandoned
With every gun Man got his hands on.
At one point the weapons even had a race
To see who would first reach a better place.
Yet Man has ended so haphazardly divided
To the point where everything is still undecided
About the direction in which Man now faces
And if he’s really heading towards a better place.
In all this time the answer eludes
The entirety of Man from head to shoe.
He continues life at a blissful pace
Oblivious of seeking a better place.
Think about it now in Ukraine
With all the souls shot dead with so much pain.
The potential of those souls are now displaced
As Russia finds herself a better place.
And even now as I live and breathe
Starving children are begging on their knees
As they die in Syria, of all the places,
And are cut short from a better place.
A ship had been sunk in reefy shores
Off the coast of Korea and is no more.
A selfish captain had killed hundreds that day.
Are we heading towards a better place?
Even society has done, indeed,
To turn a blind eye to those in need
As greed and apathy take up space
And, instead, redirect us from a better place.
But despite all the tragedy, there’s still a chance
That Man shall move on from his atrocious past.
Our thoughts can mold reality into our existent space
And sculpt a path towards a better place.
Man’s final chance entirely lies
In the time when he can finally realize
That he, himself, is what he has made
To travel on the path towards a better place…