I Want That World

Her throat is a reliquary of shards.
Every sob races through burial yards.
Her words erupt.

Surgeons laced her scars not the stare.
Scalding eyes ignited the trauma's flare.
Sympathy was bankrupt.

Someone baptized her in venom
the spit of patriarchy, cold and solemn.
Faith turned abrupt.

Sold over counters like candy for cowards
Hurled like rosewater, laced with hazards.
A love-rage concept.
She didn’t get strong but radioactive
Unceasingly culprit and the captive.
Conscience stayed corrupt.

Law wore stilettoes for penance
Verdict tiptoed through violence.
Mercy collapsed disrupt.

Tourists of virtue post flash ads.
Empathy filters through grief pads
Healing cycles interrupt.

"An eye for an will make the world blind"
I want that world..
where no one sees a face and think its mine,
where no one falls in love and claims it like land.

Let blindness bloom in the rocky terrain of laws,
where suffering is measured in grams and minutes.