A Simplequestion? Poem by sehdev sharma

A Simple Question
I feel the pain, about that unknown body,
Disgraced, shattered and scattered,
Finally found in the bushes,
Which is eyeless and legless?
Various glands hanging around,
Scarlet blood oozing out, deep blade cut on throat,
Thousands of ants, piercing the body parts,
Sufficient to illustrate the plight
Of the last dreadful night.
But under the sky, his head is held so high.
It explicit the pride, that a bravo had died.
He was the son of, my great motherland,
Who scarified his present,
For fellow countrymen future.
Should I remain tranquil? Should I not revenge?
The question is simple, but answer is perplexing.
You need votes, but his family needs justice.
Can you?