Two Men Poem by Himani Singh

Slithered from Pergamum
To this morbid sordid town
With rancour in their veins
And blood on their hands
Two men who outshone the crown.
Diffused with the sour air
The smell rancid of death and horror.
Women raped, children slaughtered
Unarmed died in fetters.
Barbed wires now obsolete
For lands now knew no bounds
Unchained, unchaste, unbridled
Bore the weight of the dead.
No legacy entailed,
The onslaught received.
Stood besides the myriad
Of graves that hath no name
Two men, who spoke not
Men, oh, men who heard not
The deafening cries of mute remorse;
For vengeance was all they sought
Nothing less, nothing more.