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In the blink of an eye

comes the transformation

the meek morph to tyrants

Gods become the reason

Setting fire to feelings

fueling them to blaze higher ….and higher

the kind turn callous

violence their only religion.

Rising (or falling??) to the occasion

friends regroup as foes

and baying for blood

blindly slaughter their very own.

Do NOT tell me of your omnipotent Gods

who depend on insignificant humans

to plead Their cause on Earth

and massacre on Their behalf…

Gods who require to be flaunted

need followers in huge numbers…

colors to define, spaces to dwell

are mere reflections, of constricted minds…
– Shail Mohan (Feb 2011)

Written for 3WW CCXXVII

The prompts this week: blink, occasion, kind