And then

AND THEN...

And then there comes a day

To fight for the right she longed all night

But then comes the fear

Of losing the sight of all her might

Because she knew the fact

That she was all alone with the faces of clone

In the search of truth

That she failed to recognize

All she asked was a layer of justice

For her sister’s plight

Because she could not resist the frightening scene of bruised flesh of her own sister

In tinted cruel light.

The candles, all posters, and all those faces

Who cried for tears that she shed

Could not come over the story of her toned eyes

And then came the day when ashes turned cold, tears turned white, cries turned into silence and justice into a mere plight.

Because she was a girl, and to feel safe is not her right.