As we climbed down the trees
Millions of years ago and searched for food
For mere survival
your beasts bit off large chunks of flesh
Before they tore us into a bash.
Your scorching heat or freezing snow
Have crippled our toil and your continued
droughts Have not stifled our efforts to keep the
breath.
Your flowing volcanic fire have frayed us alive.
Your plaques, droughts, floods, quakes, storms
And
pestilences have agonized us and wiped out our entire colonies.
But we resurrected again. You have killed myriads of our infants In childbirth or a little later.
A majority of them have died before they were ten.
The accompanying pain and the grief their departure
bring Has darkened our
live all along.
The intense aches of malign growths, the myriad maladies
And of course your hellish germs
With their subdued guffaws and torture
Have made our lives a cruel ordeal.
We know you are indifferent,
You damn care whether we live or suffer or die.
You are waiting to snap the breath of life:
Our abode would evaporate and go
As the sun approaches the supernova
And eternal darkness descend.
Why not you now stall the ray
And bring the stillness of the night?
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