The Last Look

The Last Look short poem

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Humanity, oh humanity, you lay dead before us
Growing us numb with the terror of silence.
Staggering we go towards your grave
Burying you in earth that will never let you rot
Like the decay of the mind that took your breath away
Our limbs are failing us, walking corpses
Carrying these heaviest coffins of innocence
Is it the burden of our own blackness, we ask?
Or is it the smallness of the coffin size?
Letting us shrink to the total blankness?
We hear the gunshot on your face, pulled out from under the chair,
Where you feigned playing hide and seek with your slayer
While the hearts that loved you sobbed in pain
Did the shattering sound that splashed your blood
Exclaim at you with your usual shout for being found ?
Alas. The sparkle in your eyes hound us to hell
The last look that you gave away pleading to life
Forgive us, if you tried to spell the joy of a sweet game.
looking in vain into the eyes of a savage
To see the joy of your mom when she gets you caught.

(Dedicated to children of Peshawar cruelty-16 Dec.2014)

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