With a burdened heart I speak
A great taboo has occurred
For this wickedness has reached its peak
One I pray must be cured
I saw the victims' pain
A sight I could not bear
I saw how they were slain
And left with nothing to wear
They were paraded on the street with bare feet
Villagers cursing, hate filling in the air
The students wondered what their fate would meet
Praying their judgment would turn out fair
But they were thrown to the ground
Their skins lashed beyond recognition
Since no help could be found
Death came as the only premonition
They were young and vibrant, some were teenagers
A promising future they would have built
Their high hopes stolen by ignorant villagers
Thus, staining their lives with sudden guilt
Even if they did steal these things
Should this treatment be the price
They looked hopeless like birds without wings
Their lives whisked away like lab mice
They were set ablaze and burnt alive
Now their lives are gone
Their spirits impossible to revive
For the evil deed is done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem