That
august sun was sitting on the horizon
Showing
off the auburn sky that it had painted
Illuminating
the horror of that last august day
The
popping guns and the cries of their preys,
Wailing,
crying, screaming – terrors reign the air
Amidst
them lay still my body in the tar black road
Silhouette
by bloods that slowly turn auburn.
I
lay there still in the auburn road
Waiting
for the setting sun to touch the horizon
And
burn the hills and light the night sky
For
my mother, to come find me
And
end the night, that bloody Monday -
Of
crimson night, and shattered lives.
And
there she is –my brave mother,
Untold
loss and grief, scarred her sunken face,
Feeble
and frail with no more strength to grieve
Yet
she stands there mighty against the guns –
A
helpless woman –illiterate, scared and lost
She
stood her ground to marches on!
Day-in
and day-out, she marches on
No
time to waste –she can’t stop now
For
she fight not for glory, fame or money,
But
for the hearts, and the wombs –
The
womb of the land that nurtures her;
And
her children, the joys of her womb!
She
marches on with thousand mothers
Into
the abysses where all hope ceases
The
battle cries of the warriors, filling the air -
My
land, my sons; my home, my blood -
For
my children –they scream and march
While
their hearts bleed for their fallen sons!
And
there I die, in mother’s arm,
We’ll
be fine, she promises, we’ll be fine!
But
I pray thee, kind kinsmen and strangers,
When
you come to visit me in my grave,
Please
also wept the tears off of my mother's eyes,
And give her a rose, for she deserve one! |
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