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Blood on our Hands
Tejas Suresh
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Cuffs cut ridges on flailing skin loosely bound
To protruding ulna casting a white glow, shining
On torn veins leaking red tears, running
Over broken phalanges,
Like a hopeless waterfall
Dashing humanity against rocks of entitlement.
The remnants of a hand once pure and innocent
Hang limp as her brother waves,
Diamond-encrusted fingers tinged with ruby reminders
Darkening unbroken grooves cruising scot-free.
Cufflinks reek indifferent Rupees
That engulf his sister, floating
In kerosene crimson,
Snap!
Flames cremate justice, dancing
Along red tape bordering batons
That strike with gay abandon.
Watch as a white sheet is thrown over
And garlanded with flowers—
Bright yellow petals with a subtle green
Dotted with purple and grey flecks.
Watch as mics wag their tongues,
Furiously licking away the ash
And stains that dot the sheet
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