Injustice Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

I live in fear of darkness,
In its shade, I hear a wailing,
Coming from a little being.
An armless, a lame, gnaws her.
Had I started at this point, I could save her?
Prevent me from going there with other cries.
This from a mother, piercing thro another cry,
Whence? , I can't locate.
Crying, weeping, wailing, where to go?
Whom should I save?

Being helpless to hear the verdict
On crumbling under one's might,
All post their comments on ‘Facebook'.
'I trust not YOU, the Black Woman.
You aren't blind in the ruling,
Trust not 'Balance' in your hand
It weighs up only the bundles of currencies.'
The comment is enough for them and over their duty.

Behold, the bald bats running after NOTES
Heaping it up, conspiring with the Black Woman.
What do you do with these bundles?
It has a smell of blood, taste of sin, stain of tears.

Poor mother is sitting alone, crying alone.
It's your loss, only yours!
‘Weep, pray, oh - mother' - nobody hears you.
They need money, care wealth.

Oh, mother, I could imagine
While she was a baby, she flew around you
Like a butterfly Perched on your lap and neck
As a girl walked with you on narrow paths,
Laughed at your jokes by small brooks
Cared your words in the paddy fields
Slept at your side, while you were singing.

Let the cruel bats amass wealth upon your loss
Let the Black Woman blinks before the currencies
Justice goes astray before the democrats
Trust the 'Time' that is beyond everything,
Will overrule the injustice with its hammer?
Mohanan.V.Nair.