She had dreams and hopes in her young heart,
You wiped them off as you ripped her body apart.
But you can’t kill her now…
She may have died in mind numbing pain,
But her death will not be in vain.
As millions of people rise up in protest,
And ask questions that cannot be put to rest,
Powers that be can discuss change in the archaic laws,
And the system can rush to cover its flaws.
Politicians and police can play the blame game,
But tell me, please tell me things will no longer be the
same.
So, you can’t kill her now
The nation is awake.
Run and hide you pitiful, soul
less fellows,
Worse fate awaits you than the darkest
of gallows.
If after 50 years of
independence, you cannot let people be free,
I wonder if you really have any
reason to even be.
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