Returning Destroyed – In Depth

Here is the first in-depth discussion of a poem. This is my first and most favourite poem so far. I give a few points on each verse and what it makes me feel. Please feel free to add to any points. I love to discuss what it meant to you.

Mysteries eating within me

Breaking bonds, setting me free

I travel to broaden my ignorant mind

The corrupted teach me to be ‘kind’

God is a mysterious force, whether he exists or not, there cannot be a denial that the Entity plays a huge part in our lives. Life is a mystery hence I always associate life with God, we never know what will happen in the next second. Mysteries for me tends to be poverty, famine, economic depression, damaged shelter etc. Therefore, as I become known to these mysteries, I don’t see the world the way it is. I am not associated to society at all. I am sure we all have heard the saying ‘travelling broadens the mind’ as much as that could be debatable, it does allow us to see the horrible aspects of a particular place we visit, even if we are sitting in our five-star hotels. As responsible citizens, we are told to donate money to charities (religious or otherwise), and most likely the money will not even touch the hands of those that are in need of it, instead the money is feeding the charities’ greed.

Town to town, country to country

I contemplate on their ancient histories

Artefacts kept by the rich for the rich

It has my broad mind in a twitch

As the character continues his journey by travelling through each town, city and country, he think about their heritage. We all know how much countries are trying to preserve their heritage, some in liberal ways and some in their own fascist ways. Artefacts can be anything that shows how ‘great’ and ‘regal’ their history is. However, is it really for the country? Do the people of the country have any share in the artefacts? Instead, it is invested into the Governments’ pockets, which supposedly is invested back into the economy to help us survive and not pay for their ‘meaningful’ expenses. This has always confused me, why is the poor staying poor but the rich are staying rich, especially those with power.

My feet set me upon a land of war

People so poor, Oh God my heart tore

Feeling bountiful in knowledge and pocket

Forcing myself to destroy my return ticket

As our countries are all engaging in some sort of war, even war within our own communties. It is the people who are suffering, not those that are rich and powerful. Not those in their secure buildings, those that actually started this war and brought danger to mankind. My heart breaks knowing that due to these unnecessary wars, innocent lives are being lost and less sympathy is given and only enemies and hatred is created. Even if the character has the most expansive knowledge, the fact is that he cannot do anything to help the people who are being destroyed, his riches cannot stop the war, no matter how unjust it is. It would give anyone a moment to think, do I help those that are hurt and in pain? Do I help those recover with my knowledge and money, and give it directly into the hands of the ones in need?

I sleep on this tough and dusty desert

My head crushing with this hurt

I walked slowly up to a child, so pure

Fear in her eyes, thinking more torture

Imagine sleeping in a war-torn country as one of the natives. Sleeping on the hard floor because their homes have been blasted by the hate of the opposition. The pain from it would crush not only the head physically but will also hurt our ego and our comfort. Imagine walking upto a child and all she is thinking that, you are a foreigner and you will bring her pain? Would you be able to cope with that associated fear? Yet, without mercy, we shoot them with our imported bullets and disastrous explosives. Thanks to politics increasing threats of war, we have the future generation living in fear in every country. No country is safe.

The West poisoned their moral idealism

With the nefarious nature of capitalism

The child, she ran but with a warning

The West’s back on their spree of stealing

Once we set foot on an unknown country, we have this mentality that we know what life is about and we impose it on those who seem ‘lower’ than us. We call them backwards and show them the riches, that actually depress us. Do we really want to give them happiness or are we really luring them into depression?Now a child, if she knows of our past, our empires stealing their riches and taking it back, while we grant them ‘freedom’ do you think she is going to be ignorant towards it? She is free from the conformity of the State, that has invaded her freedom. She knows she will not be rich anymore and freedom is not going to be granted. Independence is a sham.

Within a flashed moment, I felt so profane

Their precious land destroyed by my cranes

My dignity freezing me in this damaged place

Empty pockets not funding my feeble escape

A flashed moment is an air strike and suddenly, the character feels that all the knowledge and wisdom gained from the religious texts mean nothing. What is holy or religious about killing innocent people? What is religious about invading land that is not ours? Suddenly, we are digging their grounds for our riches and pleasure. However, the character in this poem, who is telling us the story, we can see has given his money to the poor and in a moment of seeing destruction, he feels a moment of weakness and wants to leave. However, he has enough dignity and respect for the people, he has befriended, to stay with them. It keeps him locked there.

I live with the people, within this war

Till one day, I couldn’t believe what I saw

The dropping missile of silence, exploding

My body in a box, is the way I’m returning

The last verse shows how the character is living with the people, he is a part of their culture and their ways. He has not imposed his beliefs on them. If he was a threat, he wouldn’t be welcomed. This shows us that maybe we shouldn’t be so intolerant in seeing ‘different’ human beings around us. Then with upgraded technology making its tests, a missile hits the town in which he is living in and that is it. He is destroyed. A young man, who came as a regular traveller, got trapped in a sudden war and now is dead due to these very bombs which could be of his own country. Despite being good and siding with the people, he suffered the price of the corrupted politicians and their idiocy. Despite his body in the box returning to the country, we see that in this unknown country, he found his freedom from society. He gained knowledge into the truth.

This is the horror of today’s reality, people and their prophecies of a damaged future is killing us. People claiming the end of the human race is killing us. If we collectively wanted to make a change, instead of talking about how the world is going to be destroyed, maybe we should save the world from this. It is easy to sit down and claim the world is going to end but just remember, your life will end with it. So put a stop to it. Atleast try, and atleast if you die helping those in need, you died with a cause. You die as a true martyr.

Rahul N Singh

Published by Rahul N. Singh

From the depths of a soul, creativity is born and is able to blossom into a tree scattered with sweet fruit. Creativity creates change.

2 thoughts on “Returning Destroyed – In Depth

  1. Oh my goodness! This is beautiful. Though, I may not agree wholly on the West being bad part. I believe there’s scums everywhere. Not only in the USA or any particular Western countries. But again, my point is that, this is very beautifully written! I almost cry reading it. Especially the girl running away’s part. You are a gifted writer! =’)

    -Greeting from Y!A

  2. Oh, and before I forget, there are some words you have probably unintentionally misspelled; artefact, atleast. They should have been artifact and at least.



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