Here in my grandpa’s village,
I stand before this mansion that they call home.
Partially true, because this is where all their lives began from.

I remember coming here as a kid,
Words and gestures overflowing with love,
The air bubbling with joy.
Laughing and giggling even the ones who are coy.
Now when i am here again after a decade past,
Nothing remains of my visit last.
How did everything change so fast?

Who used to be the loved ones are now the envious ones.
It’s astounding how the tables turned.
I sit here wondering why it has to be this way?
Why did i have to see this day?
Why did i have to witness this bloodlust for ones own?
Why did i have to smell this dread in the air?
And even if i did what was the reason for me to care.
No matter how much i try;
For my own blood I’ll have to cry.
Seeing them fight and back answering make me sigh.
I pity them; the ones with more age.
Everyone thinks there are wiser than a sage.
They do not practice what they preach,
These sacraments they talk about are out of their own reach.

Hence I’ve an urge for the story,
I need to know exactly how and when they ruined their name’s glory.
But i do not find a soul courageous enough to tell me what happened.
So, i turn to the all hearing walls;
They do not honor me with replies,
But their chips and cracks do help me put together all lows and highs.
The newly placed walls tell me how greed dismantled joy.
While demanding no one was anywhere near coy.
Soon after, then came pride;
After that, the bloodlust was impossible to hide.
They got addicted to greed, pride, insecurity and jealousy,
Just like one gets to ecstasy.
They’ve forgotten how to love and trust,
Money eats their mind like metal under rust.
The more cunning and strategic they get the more foolish they appear to me.
Where everyone had all, now they settle things for one, two maybe three.
They try and get a fraction of what they already had at the cost of family.
If they wouldn’t let greed overpower they could’ve had it all and even live happily.

So, here in my grandpa’s village,
I stand before this mansion that they call home.
Partially true, because this is where all their lives began from.