The Z Files

Poem written for some dumb competition. Title to be written on : The Z Files...
What would I write on? SLEEP???

The Z Files

In a land far, far away,
Exiled from the confines of time and space,
Beyond our comprehension, away from reality,
A messenger did sit and at humanity he did gaze.

Since the dawn of mankind,
Had he sat, waited and watched,
The workings of humanity, of every individual,
To every living man, his attention he devoted.

He had watched man grow from ape to emperor,
Through his conquest, his discoveries, his gains,
He observed humanity’s race against time,
He watched them cause innumerable pains.

Humanity’s greed grew and grew,
Increasing in magnitude in high acceleration,
From the necessities of life had man moved on,
His requirements were now his creation.

Countless wars had man fought,
With foe and friend, kith and kin,
But for his greed, his vices,
What a paradise the earth would have been!!

But, the flaws of humanity were not his concern,
He was but assigned to notice every man’s guiles,
Every lie, every crime, every sin,
Would be carefully noted in the Z – Files.

The insignificant act of murdering an animal,
Or trampling the nest of an hardworking ave,
The uprooting of the land in uncounted hectares,
For these crimes, punishment to man on earth who gave??

But far more grievous were the acts,
Committed by man on man himself,
Premeditated crimes to benefit one individual,
Which led to the downfall of another.

Grievous, Heinous crimes,
Insignificant and sometimes legal in the eyes of the law,
Bu done with malice, with hatred, with spite,
All these crimes this seraph saw.

Betrayal, Lies, Jealousy and spite,
Cruel emotions entrapped in man’s mind.
The dark sentinel watched and smiled,
Oh! How he pitied mankind!!

For they of all creatures,
Were made in HIS image,
HE gave them a mind of their own,
And with it, power animals could not gauge.

But with power came responsibility,
And this mankind did neglect,
OH! How unaware were they,
Of the Fate that the Almighty for them did select.

The iron-clad avenger sat and watched,
He was one of the first, the best seraphim,
He had a soft corner for humanity,
At their fate, he was grim.

Appeared had he in many forms on earth,
As a Messiah, a prophet, as many preachers,
To teach humanity the virtues of life,
Of love & respect that elevated them from creatures

But stubborn humanity did not respond,
It stayed as unwilling as Balaam’s Ass,
How he wished that they would know,
For their sins, on them what would pass!!

For after their spirit from their bodies did recede,
They would encounter the Almighty’s Fury,
With no lawyers, no defence to aid them,
Before an omnipresent, omnipotent and omniscient jury.

Then, for their sins, they would be punished,
Horrible torture for their crimes,
They could not beg, they could not plead innocent,
It was all written in the Z – Files.

Every crime, every minor sin,
That was noted on every page,
For each mistake would they be punished!!
They would encounter HIS rage.

Doomed to spend Eternity in torture,
Which very well could have been eternal bliss,
A life of pain rather than happiness,
Only because his virtues were outweighed by his sins.

There was no cause now for lament,
No returning to set things right,
The mistakes done undone could not be,
Wisdom on him did NOW alight.

Time backwards he could not turn,
His crimes he could not rectify,
Left with nothing but self reproach and repent,
The Past he could not modify.

Man wished with painful, pitiful regret that he had more sense,
He wished he was virtuous, sensitive, humane,
But, till the oceans did exist, the mountains on Earth did stand,
Till time itself doom did not meet,
The ink etched on the Z – Files would remain………….

- Thriddas Anorak