ANY FORM OF LIFE WAS BETTER THAN DEATH

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I

saw countless haplessly orphaned children; being viciously
kicked into dustbins of malice; for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw the pricelessly innocuous female fetus; being brutally
assassinated and aborted; right in the very depths of the
unassailably Godly womb,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw heartlessly cold-blooded men; ruthlessly felling innumerable
a tree; using its blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving
lifelessly wastrel commodities,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw demonically manipulating politicians; weigh the very
essence of unconquerably righteous life; in terms of wantonly
decrepit currency coin,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw innocently minor girls being brutally raped; by the
diabolically idiosyncratic perversions of sadistic man,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw peerlessly impeccable blood being parasitically sucked from
newborn forms; just in order to spuriously enrich and
consecrate; the already blessed and bountiful human form,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw boundless wives and children reduced to a cadaverous
carcass; as the man of the family simply refrained to budge an
inch to earn; cannibalistically guzzling the last drop of wine and
vixen; to be found of planet earth,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being emotionlessly
beheaded; just in order to become the
exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished palette,

I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I

saw robustly ebullient organisms doing nothing but just
endlessly gazing at fathomless sky; nonsensically proclaiming
that their destiny would one day and eventually take them to the
absolute epitome of cloud nine,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man;
wherein the Omnipotent
Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the
wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and
war,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault
on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice
to the Omnipresent Lord,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of
wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first
place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who
wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering
living kind instead,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the
obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently
using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to
sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically
dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential
morsels of food,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because

of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every

echelon of the government and society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing
parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they
themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of
sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate
like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the
sanctimoniously turgid society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I
saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely
impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of
immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless
numbers
of his own kind,
But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form
of life was better than death; as I approached my very last
breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate
every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living
kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in
undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death.