Alasiri-Turky

Call the night, upon bright skies
And sleepless eyes.
May night suppress , The scorching flames
In the hearts of the oppressed.
And may morning never shine, upon the aches
 of a sorrowful rhyme.

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Like a wounded animal 
She shouted in pain
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Were her instinct a crime?
She wondered, 
Or had she gone insane
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 With eyes of guilt and shame
They gathered upon her
Once again,
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Rivers of blood flowing
In-between her *******
Through her brain
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Their stones did not hurt as much
As for the one, she prayed for
Deep in her heart
Was not there to explain
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