Perched atop a hill
With all my unmovable will
I stood
Surveying all
I saw them
Lovers
Engulfed in throes of passion
Defined their love
Declared it on my bosom
For all the world to see
I didn’t rejoice
‘Cause I am stone...
I saw them
Lovers
Parting ways
Scratched
Leaving all but the impression of love they engraved
I wasn’t sad
As I am stone...
I saw them
Priests
Passionate priests
Mining
Cutting
Shaping
Sculpting
Inducting me in their revered halls
I wasn’t proud
As I am still a stone...
I saw him
The scourge
Cruel one
Killing
Plundering
Raping
Removed from my majestic pedestal
I wasn’t angry
I still am a stone...
I saw them
People
Frenzied mob
Shouting
Angry over the loss of their deity
Used me to inflict pain on that infant
I didn’t pity over him
It won’t befit me
Cause I am a stone...
Now lying on the ground
I see you
Man
Unaware
Unassuming
Unmoved
By the atrocities around him
Unfeeling
In his cocoon of materialistic comfort
Just like insects
I think
And I am suddenly feeling a multitude of emotions
Anger ,fear ,sadness
It’s not as if I am no longer a stone
But because You are slowly turning into one