Like a reed in a violent storm Weak, scared and all alone The wild wrecking wind howled Hyenas crept and hideously called That night was a thick dark blanket Opening gates to the insidious wicked She was brutalized and killed that night Desolate wailing plains heard her cries
Who are these monsters we ask? They creep in street corners in the dark Conscience seared, distorted and mad Forms of the evil dead pathetic lads The evil dead have no religion or color Their souls are twisted reeking foul odor They hunt innocent prey under thick mist They rape, kill adding another to their list
Will she get justice? Will courts act fast? Or will they just bicker about religion and caste? And try to drown its gravity calling it eyewash Dividing, dissecting is everybody’s loss Like a lamb to the slaughter Their precious lives were snatched away Their eyes will never see the light of Earth’s day
Wake up O nation and rise above religion rants Stop hate, stop blame, stop all the raging chants Wake up O Nation before sanity and humanity is lost Wake up, take swifter action and give justice O Courts
Rita F. Kurian
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