What were you thinking,
When they stormed in?
Did you have time to
Comprehend the killing?
Were you too stunned to
Even pray to be spared?
Or did you suddenly remember
A martyr’s story, who won’t be scared?
Did you think that if you were
Just allowed to live and grow up,
The world won’t remain like this
When it was in your adult hands once?
If that was the regret with which
My innocent sweetheart, you died
Let me assure you, there is nothing to regret
No matter how much this world now cried.
Because had you lived and grown up
Here is what you would have seen.
The oppressed turns into oppressor
Before history has even time to wean.
You would have struggled to separate
The wrong from the right.
Revenge, pettiness would have been thrust
Into your face with all their might.
You would have wondered
If the pain of those few moments
Wasn’t better than these long, slow
Don’t believe? Then just look at me
I lived, grew up, but must be numbed in senses.
Instead of shedding human tears at your fate
I am offering these horrendous reassurances.