The morning newspaper lying down
I sit with the hot steaming cup of coffee
the headlines announce, in bold letters
an acid attack case, and I gasp
in horror and disbelief once again
The story reads, like many other
of a woman who dared to say "NO"
attacked with the brutal corroding acid
carelessly thrown over her face, arms
as she gasped for breath, and life
The attacker with the audacity to justify
"he just wanted to be with her,
it's her fault, she refused him"
nonchalantly, he carries on living
knowing his life is not affected
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He burnt her skin, her flesh
the pain more so emotionally
the motions in the clock stopped,
as she lives between hospitals
awaiting justice, for she is THE victim
As people stare at her face,
she wants to hide, but for which crime?
she stopped her education, but why?
the life for her has changed, should it?
I sigh deeply, with no answers
But I carry on with my day, like usual
just like the attacker, as the justice weeps
I see somebody walking by, her face covered
her eyes lock with mine, and I can see the pain
the unsaid, unspoken pain..
And I hang my head in shame,
I care, but what more than just reading the news?
what more than debating and discussing?
why don't we have more stringent punishment?
how can somebody destroy someone's life?
and not even be punished?