The grim reaper is not one person
The grim reaper is the world
The grim reapers are the ones who are lost
The grim reaper is the one that slaughters the forests
The rivers and the prairies
The grim reaper does not leave a trail of blood
He leaves a trail of asphalt and smog.
His domain is the world
In almost every corner are his minions
Reaping for him
Spreading his empire
Slowly but surely
He can sit back and watch them
Destroy themselves by living
They are puppets on strings
Doing a dance of death
And with every step
They become more entangled in their own mechanisms.
Is it for good?
They honestly think they are the saviours of the world?
The higher man?
'Saving the ferals'?
'Taming the savages'?
Leading their worlds to be the same as ours
Murdering their ways
Forcing them to fade into the mere pages of books?
Are they helping them for common good
Or because they are afraid?
I watch as they encroach
Forcing cultures of old to fall
I watch as their leaders struggle to stop it
To stop the powerful waves that crash against their strongholds
Threatening to pull them and their people under the churning waters of the great oceans
I watch as some let the waters nip at their ankles, taking a wade to see what the water feels like
Blind to the riptides that will grab them and refuse to let go
Dragging them under
Forcing them to become one more wave in the rushing waters of the Reaper's empire.
I watch as still others dive into the waters
Swimming amongst the invisible sharks as if they are not there
They think this ocean is a beautiful dream
A land they only thought could exist
But watch as they watch it unfold into a vivid nightmare
Grotesque and horrific,
Watching as their world becomes grayscale and dead
But now it is too late
The ocean has iced over
Refusing to let the seals trapped below its surface leave
Watching in cruel irony as they choke in its waters
The ocean calls to those at its shores, pondering,
Come in, come in.
((Another poem. It is about westernization and how I personally feel that its risks are completely ignored, and that it is glamorized, and it was glamorized in the colonial times, too.))