Justice

A crumpled piece of cloth
Drenched in blood
Is all that remains today
Besides the memory of her smile

A thousand names on a list
A thousand silent voices
A thousand hopes that live no more
A thousand empty spaces

They found the hands that made the bomb
They talked of guilt, trials and hangings
They wrote, they argued and in the end
They ask if we should set him free

With white ink

Today again I wish to write
To make history with my words
Unfurl sentences that will change
The broken paths of my destiny
Roll out paragraphs that will paint
The future in vivid hues
Unfold the untold story
For all mankind to drown in
Bring alphabets magically to life
Make slaves out of melancholy, joy, poignancy,
Truth.
Shape tomorrow with a mere stroke, a sigh
Trace an inky line across pages that prove the stars wrong
Today again I wish to write

Today again I wish I could