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Requiem to Humanity

Dec 6, 2024
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By Liyana


‘Who’s being cremated here’ you ask?

This for me is too heavy a task.

Her fate made her victim of murder

Why the group of men did it, you ponder?

Oh! A person greatly talented she was

And she did cry out loud to the cars

While lying on the roadside, almost naked

Oh no! Good minds are just faked.

She was thrown out of a moving bus.

What is she? A property to cuss?

Lord! A loss of life, a loss of child

Loss of several lives, the world is wild.

The killers must be killed you say?

Oh no, more lives will have to pay.

They have with them, officials power

And act dirty under their cover

So should you be asking ‘Who’ is cremated?

Oh never mind! Humanity is molested.


‘And who is this’ you want to know?

I heard the story and screamed ‘NO’

This small boy was drowned in the deep river

His uncle did it! Just hearing makes you shiver

What made him do it!? Of course his greed

I wonder if he is of human breed

He did it for money. Money makes people mad


But his dirty act made a whole family sad

The thoughts about his caring father

The feedings of his loving mother

Inside him, while drowning deep

Oh Just the thought makes me weep.

So Mr! Don’t ask Who is being cremated

Instead ask What is being cremated

For it is the humanity, it is love’s core

It is the justice we all wish for

It is the responsibilities of our authorities

It is the common courtesy and sensibilities

It is the common sense and thinking power

That is being cremated. The ashes are sombre

Qualities of a Common man. They’re all dead

And now buried deep under the mud.


By Liyana


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