The Flower That Serves Justice

By Achinthya Prathish

As the blood moon rises high

A girls runs under the darkening sky

She is tired and exhausted 

And engulfed by other's lust and greed

The flowers in her hands

Has been replace by the thorns of crumpled roses

Her body, full of cuts and bruises

And her mind, broken in pieces 

She asks for justice

But only heard deadly silence

Broken she cried and cried 

Until her eyes became still and red

Her pearl like tears had flowed

And reached the ground

There a seed sprouted and bore red flowers 

Which gave rebirth to Hade's flock of souls

Again she rises!

With dazzling smile and vengeful eyes

The bloody red flower in her hands

Will put an end to every girls' cries for justice

She took the flower 

And lured those who wronged her

She made them smell the flower in her hand

And watched them lay still and justice being served

By Achinthya Prathish