Three bodies,
one, two, three
All dead, by this road
One was a student
Life cut short by a driver
Two were women
Raped and killed last night by thugs
Three were demonstrators
Dispersed from the crowd by our security
In this while
Six of us lie cold by this road
It kills
As we watch from our haven
Safe today, morrow may be me
I cry...
True, unchecked violence finds us all. All to real in across the globe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The days are evil. May God shield us from the assailants