A child’s plea

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Would it make a difference if
I was just a number?
Would it make me merge,
somewhere in the Matrix?
If I had no name to identify me,
if I had no place to carry on my shoulders?
For ever so long they’ve  hunted me out,
killed me and my brethren for who we are.
How long will the maxim, eye for an eye,
provide succor to misguided souls?
I thought faith was meant to propagate peace,
now it lurks in the darkness of every street,
causing death and pain untold,
as every day they fire another salvo.
I wish I was old enough to drive in some sense,
we are all the same aren’t we, with the
same blood in our veins?
Why then are there mountains of maimed bodies
around me and rivers of blood?
I can’t play anywhere any more,
my mates they say are in the lap of God.
I wonder why He sits quiet too,
I wish I was just a number so such
madness wouldn’t ensue.
But I still hold on to faith in my heart,
one fine day there may be a fresh start.
© Copyright Suverchala Kashyap
My humble ode to all the horror around us in every corner of the world, for everyone who has lost another, to human callousness… to a collective loss of humanity in the 21st Century…

Comments

Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Beautiully written...one can sense the pain & suffering oozing out of every line...Brilliant
23 July 2014 at 03:19
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