Benign

Benign is really not benign. Benign is, in fact, subjective.

Skin color is of no relevance. Yet, skin color is the cause of too many deaths. This dark theme is hovering in my mind. How can something so small give rise to something so tragic? How can something that should not be an issue, be an issue?

Politics and leniencies... they don't mingle.
Discriminations and incites... deadly heights.

She was Sacrifice. She was Humility. She was Love. She was everything.

There she was. BOOM! There she wasn't! Gone! Shot in the head by some brutes on a motorcycle!  And for what? Power? She was 88 years old! What physical pain she must have felt when the bullet plunged into her. She could be your mother, your grandmother. Such atrocities! BENIGN! The very word is loathsome! After all, it is just a tiny bullet. Powerful and deadly to the core.

It's been going on for a while, the threats. But she would not have with the bodyguards. All because she appointed her son as the successor?



Now she lies, clothed in white.
Now she lies, devoid of light.
Soon she will be dust,
Soon she will so rust.

A better mother has no one seen.
Some worse brutes there have been.

Man's quest for power,
Man's road to doom.

(Can one man's quest for power actually be the doom to another's?)