Samiul Bashar Samin
He looks into their eyes and the despair in their red eyes says it all. It seemed like it had been eons since they last saw the colors of the sky to be blue. Rainbows were just ancient mytholo to them. There was not a single cloud that failed to breathe out acid when it spat on the barren soil of the earth.
Their eyes hadn’t laid eyes on it for so long, but He’s always there looking at them from above, with blinding hatred, almost as if saying ‘What have you done?’ Yet it is bizarre to think that there was a time when He looked down with grace and love at the beings that later defiled his grace. Forced Him to turn into a merciless tyrant. It almost made him reconsider his anger. But then He remembered how they had corrupted his blessing, smoked its life out and how His gifts that now lay on the ground besmirched with human waste.
He had warned them about the consequences, the aftermath. Yet they failed to take heed. He wouldn’t save these defilers. But the hunters never rest. Their restless search and indomitable spirit was really praiseworthy. If only they had shown this enthusiasm earlier. Amazing isn’t it, the desperate eagerness to achieve something only after you’ve lost it.
Yes, it all happened. If only they had paid heed to the desperate pleas of those who understood. Ignorance was the only reason that he gave up on humanity. Ever since 2012’s tragic yet profound first dawn, man had been in pain. That fateful day had brought about the end, Armageddon if you will. There was an irony to seeing the human civilization perish to a handful of survivors only because of their own poison for He had done nothing to propagate doomsday. Their venomous ignorance is what brought about the end for them.
People who realized, cried in despair but were silenced. They cried to warn them when the factories breathed out smoke of doom which later consumed only the most “intelligent” species on earth. Although few survivors admit to being guilty of their own part in bringing doom to the doorstep, most just blamed the big guy above for all this. As if God had told them to fill the skies with ash and cut trees to find nothingness. Hope was something that was lost. It was just a vague mystery to be solved.
Still they had been warned but they wouldn’t listen. Now they were paying the price for arrogance. They paid with their homes, their loved ones and their own lives. At this point, He grew tired of seeing them in such misery. And then triumphantly exclaimed, ‘Let there be rain with no poison’, and there was.