That flaming evening,
their lives were at stake,
Humanity was at stake.
ended up in a,
brutally tortured and tormented.
They were bared, forced, left for dead.
They cried, pleaded, screamed.
Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains.
We protest, sob, mourn.
We hum, sing, shout slogans.
But cannot feel the pain and agony,
they had been through.
Every mark made on them,
on their body, on their soul
are reasons to ponder on.
You not only ****** out of hunger,
You peel their imaginations like a shell,
decays their soul, emotions,
ruins their dignity, gravity, life.
Those scars can never be healed.
I feel abashed for being a Human.
I feel sorry as being a noble Native.
As I can’t make the grade to bring
a change towards Humanity.
I plea, I bid...
Stop such sinful infamous act.
Your mother, your father, your family
can also be a victim.
Our call for justice should not be disdain.
Heat and fortitude of the rouse mob
has to mould into consequent actions.
Condolences to all those victims
who have fought their battles for life.