White Now let no prayers for peace take root in thee,
Nor blessings sweet of joy be sought in plea.
For life, a sentence wrought in sin's cruel chain,
No pardon's touch shall cleanse the scar of pain.
Who slew the soul, and who the guilty be?
Speak truth, and let the veil of doubt now flee.
This stormy path, where winds of sorrow blow,
Leaves hearts entangled, weighed by heavy woe.
A whisper calls from depths of longing's sea,
A voice that cries for lost humanity.
From stone-cold hearts, the echoes now are still,
Yet justice cries: "Condemn the silent ill."
Let shadows fade, and let the truth take form,
To calm the tempest raging in the storm.
RAJEEV
©samandar Speaks
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