Farkhunda had a soul with layers of pain
That covered her hopes and desires
As a woman that she couldn’t be
Her eyes glistening with tears
Her heart shattered by despair
For she knew that her life as an ill woman was not easy
She wanted a rescuer
A guider
And a helping hand to give her hope
Comfort and a friendly smile
And to assure her that everything will get better
But instead, on that cold day of spring
Her dream and hopes were shattered
With stones of disbelief,betrayal and lies
Her body was taken out of her soul
With undeserved cruelty
And no respect for her life
I wonder how she felt in those moments tortured to a painful death
Did she still believe in God
Was she calling her mother from inside
Or did she know that the cruelty of human race
Is totally above all her good wishes combined
I also wonder with the tears in my heart
If she knew that compassion
Is a seldom gift that humanity bestows
I wonder if we can ever be able to rebuild
The broken compassion in our hearts
And let humanity shine like a burning star
Shahla Latifi
06-03-2015
- Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 13th, 2016 21:31
- Comment from author about the poem: I dedicate this poem to Farkhunda, a mentally ill woman who was beaten to death after being falsely accused of burning the Koran in Kabul -Afghanistan.
- Category: Reflection
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