Those two
Beautiful
Faces
Look at me -
“What was my
Fault
To be killed
So ruthlessly? ”
They seem to
Ask me.
I say:
Maybe,
It was nothing
To do with
Love.
Being born
A woman
Was your
Cruel
Destiny.
This poem is a dedication to these 2 lovely girls:
Cassandra
http: //images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/nov2011/2/4/image-5-for-pixiwoo-coleen-tv-22nd-nov-gallery-25967004.jpg
and Clare
http: //images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/nov2011/0/6/image-1-for-pixiwoo-coleen-tv-22nd-nov-gallery-750056007.jpg
I wrote this poem after reading this news.
http: //www.mirror.co.uk/news/editors-picks/2011/11/22/our-daughters-were-killed-by-men-who-said-they-loved-them-115875-23579346/? google_editors_picks=true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem