Written piece
BROKEN PEOPLE
N CHANDRASEKHARAN PILLAI alias PUNALUR CHANDRASEKHARAN
India
About this piece
A prophetic poem set in 2500 AD. Toddlers learn from a hologram that we, the 2026 AD people, are brokeb primitieves, who ruined the world with greed and war. Then the essence from all religions molded in Five-Fold Path brings healing, originating Global citizens.
BROKEN PEOPLE
Broken People-1
The year is 2500 AD.
Toddlers gaze up, their tiny hands spread.
Blinking, glowing, a hologram flies in.
Swaying, dancing it lands on their palms.
Their eyes widen, giggling,
Words glowing, their lesson begins.
Once upon a time… on this continent,
There lived people called thieves.
Some stole gold, some counterfeited money.
Some stole ideas, stories, and paintings.
Some stole organs of the living and the dead,
ALL traded for arms, fossil, and WAR!
Broken People-2
The year is 2500 AD.
Some traded politics, the most dreaded of all.
They spat fire wherever they went.
Their outfits shone; but inside, stone.
For years they thrived,
The good and true suffered.
Greed increased, they ate their words,
Fallen promise, rotten trust, they fought for lust, land, and gold.
Humanity lost, bartered for flesh,
Mansions built, compassion lost,
Love and mercy shipped to winds!
Billions spent, “Burjs” soared-
Up and tall, sky their limit.
Millions slept, earthen bed,
A roof they have, but sky their limit.
Pure hearts pained, holy indeed and stayed.
Broken People -3
The year 2500 AD is ending...
From nowhere, a Being born,
Plowing fields of fallen dead,
Turning wheels, true, and trust, And faiths molded in Five-Fold Path,
It churned the fields to yield a single nectar drop...
And then dropped the single nectar drop,
Into tiny, bright love cubicles.
And from the churning, and from the plowing,
Our forefathers, foremothers, and all are born.
We’re their sons and daughters.
We’re global citizens.
The day-lesson closes.
The toddlers gaze down, their tiny hands fold!
Blinking, glowing, flies the hologram at its will,
Swaying, dancing it glides away.
Toddlers giggling no more,
They muse over what they read,
Wondered how the 2026 AD primitives
Made the Earth a living, raging inferno!