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Massacre


The temple of learning,
the gates breached

the garden of fun,became the burial ground

to settle  down scores ,the innocence massacred

Their books never to be read,the toys never to be played with

the hands that would never hug, would never work

words  never to be articulated, to rage nor comfort

boys will never become men,girls never to become women

innocence frozen in death

dreams snuffed at the hands of men who have lost their soul

the blood rushed out to witness the heartless attack of barren men

one more number to be engraved , the survivors carrying the cross

paid the price for naught things they did

the thirst of blood was paid in full by innocence

west winds bear witness to massacre

the lofty heavens bear witness to their sacrifice

men with soul bear witness to this macabre crime

rise as a tidal wave to wash out soulless beings that exist…

Kavini

HUNGER

Cratered cheeks

through hopeless pit

the eye peeks,hunger

on a bony frame

tattered rags try to fit,

eyes cast down with shame

hands extended for a tip,

thirst of survival

precedes the childhood games,

as the signal changes, I drive

while my children squabble over dinner

Pizza or Burger………..

Kavini

MAN OR ANIMAL

man or animalInnocent as a baby

Says here everybody

Dressed in frilly frocks

Dangles down her beautiful locks

Plays with her stuffed toys

Does not even know how to be coy

Still have the milk cheeks

My knees go weak

 The big brown eyes

Looks at everyone with trust

Still can’t say she is hungry

Her innocence robbed makes me angry

Come away my child

Behind the locked doors is the bogeyman

Who does not see your innocence

Come away my child

Behind the door is an animal

That does not see that you can’t even say you are hungry

Come away my child

Behind the locked door is a fallen man

to satisfy his deranged vulgar mind

is going to violate you

Come away my child

There is a murderer

Who is out murder your innocence

Come away my child

There is a wile thing

Waiting to use you as his vessel.

Bewildered she is

With tear filled eyes

Pain raking her body

Calling out to loved ones with fear

When animals ravage her.

The trust  shattered

Replaced by fear and pain

Does not even realise she is violated

Cringes from loved ones too

Is that the legacy she is to be left

Let us avenge my baby

Let no other child be molested.

Kavini

 

 

 

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