I mastered my fear, mustered my courage
Seething fury, disillusioned
Questioning the Beast that sat on his mighty throne
Would you rape a mother?
He tilted his head in slight disbelief
Would you bury a daughter alive?
He now almost look amused
Would you kill brothers by the dozen?
To this he broke into a raucous laughter
He pestled something to powder
Chewed and spat a bloody red stain
I looked closely
There it was -
powdered remains of equality, justice and secularism
In a deep crimson red of shame
That was the last I saw
Before bullets came pelting
