Comments about Omen Achom
They were shot dead
Their body paraded
Asking for grievance, begging for attention
They also cried for them, not even a drop of tear fell
For they have to cry tomorrow again.
‘put them in a paper coffin’ yelled someone
‘Drab the tricolor flag over it’
With no one to carry,
the coffin moved by itself.
The paper coffin refused to burn in the hottest furnace.
No time to wail, no time for remorse
Its past 5 PM,
the curfew will begin in a while
They all fled,
thinking who will be ...