By Fatima Zubair
Writer of A Child of the New Millennium
And the world went mum.
Horrified, disgusted and scared.
Silenced.
In silent spectator hood
The silent majority
Trudged.
Seeing the uproarious minority
Beaten, killed and stifled out of existence.
But there were promises to keep
Secrets to hide
Some plans to conceal
And all was wearing thin
Time was running out
Humanity was trampled
Little by little
It died each day-
Making way
For more blood
In its offing.
Revenge and
Retaliation.
For murder cures no ill
Genocide suits no cause.
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