Silently she walked, leading the crowd
In her black shroud she was weeping
She knew the rules and she knew the death
But the embarrassing pain she knew of not.
Tot-tot, tot-tot as the stones murmured
With every sound, bringing her to reality
Never had she seen multiple murderers
They are silent but their eyes ready to kill.
Tarat tarat tarat tarat, the stones screamed
Approaching the silence one last time
The women sympathized, shared the tears
The men just acting in the name of God.
Innocence, as every part of her soul pleads
Meets prejudice and hatred but no love
And as the men gather, final talks are done
Children practiced their aim, ignorant.
One last time she would be embraced
No human but the matter itself
As she lay half buried, head held high
No more sorrow, only anger she shows.
Men older and men younger, both blind
Her own father and her own sons, all deaf
Her comrades few, her daughters, all dumb
And she above all wished to feel nothing.
Slowly and steadily the stones struck
She could hold no more, she screamed
She wished the end but alas! she was alive
And she surrendered to the cold death.
inspired by "The Stoning of Soraya M."
Never ending vast lands in the north
I could see the dark and high monsters
Plenty is what brain demands
Plenty is what the heart wishes
Plenty is what the self conspires
Plenty is what the world constructs
We age, we break, we wither away
But still walk, hoping to sprint
Not knowing where it ends
Not knowing where we belong
For a million may mean zero
And everything may be elusive
It whispers hope when you sleep
Wake up and you are killed
Like a line in the golden sand
Washed away by the tiniest tide
Demands are never enough
Wishes are always waitlisted
You conspire without constructing
And the world just laughs it away.
Not a drop in that flooding rain
