A gory slaughter

Surjit Aribamm
These six deaths hurl us into a dark  pit—
A chasm of abysmal terror and horror.
A slaughter so gory and gruesome
That it beggars human decency
Uncovering the beastliness
In hands that slice through the bones.
Simply, a handiwork of monsters—
Monsters wearing human guise.
It’s a scene leaving us so shell shocked
That we are stunned into silence—
A tensed silence bleeding with anguish,
Unable to comprehend this cruelty.
All of them— somebody’s loving father,
Somebody’s husband, somebody’s brother—
Are cut down in the prime of life—
A time for incubating hopes and dreams
Woven tightly with their loved ones,
But utterly shattered before hatching.

They’ve a long path to go into the future
Holding the hands of their loved ones,
Exchanging smiles— sweet heart-felt smiles.
But, now, in the realm of ‘should have been’,
Never to be translated into warm reality-
All swept away by fiends of human depravity.
Now, the question for you and me is this:
How to come to terms with their deaths—
Deaths far worse than a dog’s death.
We might feel the pain melting away
Only when justice is delivered for them—
But that a mirage in the distance as of now.