The Mighty Giants

A dusty country, sand built houses. 

An eruption of flames, the fire douses.

A hot dry afternoon, the ants are walking.

And somewhere above the giants are talking.

Long slender legs, heads reaching the skies.

They spoke of curious tales and wisdom that came by.

Schemes were made for progress of the small.

Oh, yes! They were the giants of the city after all!

These colossal figures built cities with their might,

conquered hill tops; overcame their fright.

And when they decided that they wanted more,

they drank from the oceans and slept on the shore.

Disdainful they weren’t,they ploughed the barren fields.

Bare-handed, they sowed the seeds;

Bled, toiled and harvested the yield.

And as they labored, they grew tall.

Oh, yes! They were the giants of the city after all!

Zoomed above, reaching for the clouds.

Their shadows were trusted beyond any doubts.

Every dream turned into a reality.

Every action was meant to be pure.

The evil was shrugged; that path was not treaded.

Almost every malaise had a cure.

Who now thought of the heavens? It existed below.

The giants could do no wrong anymore.                                

And, no thought was given, by any creature in the day.

What extent of right could they do, anyway?

The sky was overcast,

the breeze didn’t blow

The giants froze in terror.

There was more to know…

Their skins looked wretched, their eyes were pale.

Sinless and pure, yet their hearts went stale.

They worked for the right, yet wrath had consumed.

The giants stepped apathetically, towards their doom.

They collapsed on the terrene, never to rise again.

They saw fear and felt an unbearable pain.

So, just when the world had thought, they had seen it all

They witnessed, dumbstruck, the giants fall…

-Ayesha