Commiseration
An evil struck again
Stole lives unsuspecting
Supplanted survivors’ joy
With incalculable grief
That shall never see relief
Their eyes grow dim
And hearts numb
As each glint of their tears
That rolls down their cheeks,
By traces, washes away
The sparkle of their eyes
Head hung in shame
I shed tears, I do so
In a futile hope to
Ease their pain
Cleanse the stain
Of inhumanity
A drop at a time.
…charu
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