Voice of Blood

I am blood, and not many humans know that I have a voice too. It is distinct from the voice of humans, in whose bodies I flow as rivers carrying life around. I have a history, and a future too. I was born long before humans first arrived, and will stay long after humans die. This is just not a statement of intent; it’s my staunch belief too.

It is also true that my cohabitation with humans is mutating my life’s purpose too: from once giving life to now quenching humans’ never-ending thirst.

All these years, “in the name of blood” humans have spoken and written a lot about me (desires, aspirations, feelings etc) at their convenience. However, it hurts me when I see them killing fellow humans in my name. Homo necans (killing man), Homo sanguinis (bloody man), Homo ferox (ferocious man). These days my name has become synonymous with revenge, hatred, animosity — only, feels like there is no positivity flowing inside me.

You probably know that God wraps every new life with the gift of blood before it arrives on the Earth, a token of love, but look at humans who are smearing those lives with impure blood and returning it to God. I give you an example.

Today, I saw two young soldiers, separated by a barbwire, brutally fighting until their last breath left them, and ended up dying for their motherland. Their souls rose above them like a wavery smoke coming out of a fire that had just died and looked destined to depart, only after they had turned back umpteen times to look at their remains. However, their souls froze seeing something they never realized as mortals.

Their veins cried as I oozed out from their respective blood banks, drop by drop, and the two bloodlines snaked on the land in search of their fate; it wasn’t far away. The distinct, red lines merged, beyond distinction, and left behind a pool of unadulterated love, something the martyrs did not foresee.

The souls of martyrs immediately understood the message — coming from the voice of blood — that’s me, something I have been desperately waiting to tell humanity for long. They rushed to speak to their countrymen, their leaders, and the masses. However, their voices dissipated into thin air just like mine. Humans saw the stream of flowing blood too, but they cared for blood only till the soldiers were alive, and presumed blood as dead, of no value thereafter. The souls of the two soldiers looked at one another in shock and helplessness, when they heard humanity speaking in the same old voice, “in the name of blood, our bravehearts …. .” Now, the two souls fear for their brothers on the battlefield who were expected to soon join them.

I know some humans wonder that if animals fight, and so do humans, what is the difference? I want to tell them that unlike animals, humans have the capacity to stop fights and restore peace, if they wish. In jungles, the mighty animals eat the weak, whereas humans can take care of the weak, if they wish. Animals consume the blood of other animals as well, but they kill only for their needs, unlike humans who have become killing machines.

I do not know what else I can tell humanity to convince them to stop the bloodshed and become a united species (Homo Unus). Please tell me, if you have an answer.