owed

I have answers for the complacent ones, who lounge in their stupor

Bleating on what can we do? we are too little, too weak, too far away…

What answers do I give to those who were battered themselves

Whose bones were hacked, lives torn up like second hand trash

What do we tell those who cry: I was there. It was me they felled; the rest simply walked away…

I think of you often and wonder what dreams you left unfinished
How much your mother cried, or couldn't - even as she bled
When your father stopped breathing, every breath hurt so much
Whither those you touched drifted, emptied by humanity's betrayal

Yet there were those who simply left you for dead, near dead
"What could have we done?" "We are but helpless - indeed!"
"It is the system that's so rotten" they must boisterously proclaim
Then secure their homes to rebirth the same wretched filth

Maybe the sleeping wrath you woke will howl unto hell
Maybe the world will move on - unmoved
Maybe one day you'll come back, seek us out for an answer
Was it me or your dharma that was raped that day?

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for nirbhaya...
who was raped and murdered on dec 16th 2012...and who i cannot - and will not - forget...

--reena
3/9/13 11:23pm