She screeches in pain,
As they slash across her wrists,
Her blood dripping onto the weeping waters,
To carry tales of the assault
To the mourning fish.

Her stately strong arms
With their long slender finger
Lie lifeless, on the still ground,
Her green bracelets adorning them yet.
She screams in agony
As they force away her children
From her beating bosom
Onto prison ground crates.
She writhes in shame,
As her flowery green dress
Is torn away from her,
And trampled by ugly boots.
Her beautiful, supple figure,
Blushing so crimson, almost brown,
As she’s laid bare without mercy,
For the feasting of the hungry eyes of the wolves.She begs for mercy,
As they slash her once more,
Undaunted by the gushing blood,
Or the agonized cries their ears bore.
Once she stood, so proud and stately,
Dressed in flowers, cradling her children lovingly,
The men came, they ruined her completely,
She fell to the ground defeated, and stood no more.

Written by: Mokshavi Gunasekera

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