I shall tell you a story
Of mortals dead and forgotten.
Justice awaited upon and hopes shattered.
Structures razed and homes devastated.
Of an apparent child killed while just a foetus.
Women assaulted, raped, tortured, blackmailed, burnt and dictated.
Their tears dried up long ago.
But the humiliation flows inside their veins.
Of children lost, kidnapped, trafficked and sold.
Carrying on through the rest of their lives.
Dreaming about their bleak future.
Of the whistleblowers
paying for their goodwill
by burning at the pyre
or buried deep underneath the cobweb of crime.
Threatened, accused, stabbed and shot.
The narration seems long and tedious, is it?
But it is just the tip of the iceberg we live on.
I suppose you possess a lot of time to spare.
And here I am, with so much to share.