Rivers of blood and tears
Flowing from a broken people
Endless melancholy!
In their hearts they carry the sorrow of those that came before
Trying to live a life that is never really theirs
Grieving for our children
Violently stripped away from a mother’s warm embrace
Poisoned by despair
Too much pain to bear
Unhappiness swept through the nation
For a young woman, a little girl
Her youth stolen
She looks familiar
I see myself in her
I am afraid and I am appalled
How long before my number is called
Rivers of blood and tears
Flowing from a broken people
Writer: Medusa
Artist: Pratiksha Dhanik
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