“Visvavitamin (The Sonnet)

It's a sad state of affairs when
you get used to the sight of blood,
glorifying aggression as bravehearted.
It's a sad state of affairs when
you feel good dressing up for gala,
while children are being bombed to death.

Sometimes aggression may be our last resort,
but never normalize it as civilized way of life.
The beast in me knows well to crush bones,
but the reformer I am, works to preserve life.

It's a sad state of affairs when
prejudice is glorified as piety,
and curiosity is branded blasphemy,
when lies are honored as liberty,
and empathy is declared unholy.

Bandaid to the broken, backbone to the fallen.
Vital to world-light, we are Visvavitamin.”