She could have been me.
Every time I shiver, I feel for her. She must have shivered
upon the sight of her dignity being trespassed. Every time there’s a cry for help, a sight of
pain ensued or an instance of diminishing faith, I empathize. To have been left
wounded, beyond all that is mildly physical. To a graver tomb of humanity. It
bothers me, time and again, how easily no one really cares, no one regrets,
less grieve the loss. Loss; of a daughter, a sister, a friend, a human. Why many
others like her, depart in vain.
I don’t know who she was, or what the many others were like.
I know me. I am woman, and no one dare tell me, the next could be me. Why? Because
I think I am free? Because I feel I secure a right, the right to live, speak
and conduct as I will? Because, it is what I must. Why must I be caged for an
illness of another? The illness of brutality.
Hollow cries, justice far behind, all but a reigning sight
of power. Power in wrong hands, dismissing all that is right, here justice and
what for? Selfish desire to proclaim,’ I have the power!’. This is where it is
killed time and again, slaughtered for a selfish gain-Humanity dies like she
did.
Is there a way out? Demolishing barricades is easy,
demeaning purpose too. But acting act-ly, aptly is a dream far-fetched. To
weaken the masses by force is action taken, to sideline crime is response and
then to sleep peacefully is a sin.
One kind act of strength would be to empower, jurisdiction
and our faith. One act that could perhaps remind us to live. Live without fear.
Preaching far too many, preach lesser. Preach what you can reach, a goal.
Awaken a country, free of fear with a wisp of crisp freedom, of the liberty to
live, to each their own. To live, be human.
It does not take much to prey, it does not take much to kill
but it definitely means substantial when it is another being. To torment, and
slowly shove hurt into another living soul spells inhumane. It means you died
before you killed them.
Utter horror.
Agony.
Despair.
Partake my train of thought, turn by turn. Where does this lead? Apocalypse, literally.
