Screeching sounds of silence,
Penetrating my eardrums
Surrendering in defiance……
Amidst the violence stands a deaf girl,
With a melting ice candy
Shrieking as loud as she can,
Only even she can not hear…..
“The knight in shining armour”,
A bloody fundamentalist….
Asks her, her religion…
Failing to understand,
She’s only her mother’s sweet little girl.
And me, a silent witness,
Watches blankly…..
As she clings on to the clothes of “the crusader”
Who slowly pierces her heart swiftly with his blade…..
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the color of dried blood and the shades of gray
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