Weep endlessly,
Out of pity,
For being a human.
O grace,
Descend on the innocence,
In human candor,
Alas,
You have no respite,
Shocking.
The poor souls,
Bear the brunt
It could be none again,
Than the
Merchants of death,
In draconian masks.
-On the rape and killing of two young girls in India.
Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 3,2014.
A painting by Ved Nayar at the Dhoomimal Art Gallery, New Delhi May 15,2014. Nita Bhalla @ Thomson Reuter Foundation
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