Thinking about the farmers -The Meal Gods
They are the ones born with fertility in their hands
But, that day I saw them protesting
Some were even older than my grandfather
I remember the sun...was just like the authorities
It got hotter and burned them.
Their voices were cracking down
As they sat their shouting for their rights
The eyes that use to shine on the harvest...had fired up
They say," It's obvious for us to die...."
I ask why!!?
The great men of our society, providing us food
How are they supposed to cry or die?
The hardworking days and sleepless nights of a farmer
are forgotten....as we taste our mother's food.
A farmer grows a crop...like his own daughter
-with love and care.
And believe me...it's not easy for a father to see his daughter die.
It's funny how we started from' Save Tigers'
And reached ' Save Farmers'.
They are supposed to hug each other after every harvest
But they end up hugging the ropes tied to their ceiling
Leaving their families to starve
And their kids...They end up  hating their own lands
for swallowing up their fathers.

Destruction is coming
Though many choose to ignore
The call of beings
You can not yet comprehend

We bare no ill will
For we are humanities last hope
We have chosen our contacts
But will you heed our warnings

We lie in wait for you
Be sure to heed our beckon call
For if you chose to ignore
You will all surely fall

The darkness that follows
Will devour this plane
For you must answer the call
In order to save you all

Fear not the voices
That appear from no where
For this is just us
Pleading for you to hear


These warnings are true
Though most just shrug it off
For those who hear us
We beg for you to help

Your people are naive
They lack trust and humility
For you were not created for war
But created for peace and love

We bestowed upon you the knowledge
To save yourselves from damnation
Though all that followed
Was war and greed

Your ignorance has shown us
That you are far from complete
So heed our words
Do not retreat

We ask of you
Who hear our voice
To speak up and find
Those willing to listen

For those who refuse
Or call you insane
Do not get angry
For they are but children

We seek the ones who lived for millennia
Those who’s souls have lived
From life to life
We ask of you to listen

Seek out the salvation
In which we gave you
And once you do
Spread it to all who will receive it

Worry not about those who reject
For they are too young
Too foolish to acknowledge
That time is almost out