Resurrection

On my personal life which is universal

Resurrection

Once I had been a human like you

Now I prefer  a snail’s life.

Better as I am now

A bit comfortable within

The compass of death.

Serene and silence everywhere

All of them struggling

To survive or going through

An alternate process of

Evaluation of humanity now

Rectified,after poor Darwin.

The long quiet meadows,

The lonely pastures,

Water flowing with the friends...

Little creatures survive ,

The strongest fascist die!

What a shame to mankind

After all they ,who took me as dead, can't hurt me anymore.

I have become a Snail one day

My soft within no more

A target for those vixen

For the demons,

I live as peaceful as dead under

My shell of vanity.

Empathy is what they deserve

For their pride,their fearful traits

So they are now on the way of

Extinction, the human race

With all their evils.

The planet is ours

We,the children of nature

We those who are simpleton

neglected,ignored by those

Mammoths,now live in peaceful

Solitary snail life......