Unnao: or somewhere else in India

 


Unnao 



Still. 

Ever still. 

This silent pain 

Born of abuse and persistent strain. 


Rage. 

Ever rage. 

Against a system of flaws 

That shreds all hope, contradicts all laws


Bitter. 

Ever bitter. 

The most delicate of buds to weather a storm, 

To be mauled by demons of every face and form. 



Numb. 

Ever numb. 

A labyrinth of loopholes designed to daunt, 

No justice in sight, every crime meant to haunt. 


Hope. 

Ever hopeful. 

For a sun-drenched dawn to drown the dark, 

A final conclusion to this wretched, evil arc. 


Prayer. 

Ever praying. 

For an end to this tyranny and shame. 

The devil to be defeated at the end of the game. 

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