That day,
the sun must
have frozen for a while
when they descended
upon the meadow,
filled with
deceit,
and caught an eight
year old
in the middle
of her laughter.
The torn
shroud,
with little left
to doubt,
will it ever forgive
us -
our complicity
in the crime?
What have we become?
The jagged horizon
stares without
a blink.
Why does it
not speak,
stand witness
seek justice?
Was it not awake
then?
A solitary cloud
hangs over the
meadow.
Is it searching
for the horses
she left behind
that day.
A solitary cloud…?
Resurrection?
Give me some
hope.
Give me a sign
you are there
to hear
if I apologize.
I wish to
apologize
for not doing
enough
to prevent the
demons
from growing
amongst.
I should have
known better.
They eat
little girls.
Their hate-filled
souls
stalk in lonely
meadows
and the
temples of their gods.
Give me some
hope.
Promise, you
will come
again across that
meadow
and take the
horses home
when the demons
are done.
I promise in
return
I will leave
no stones unturned
until the
demons are done!
Together, we
shall overcome!
Parvez
April 20, 2018
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