The Forgotten ~ Eyes staring into Nothingness [poem]

Crimson-stained lips.
The muddy ground serves as a suitable shallow grave,
For those living in fear of others seeking carnage;
Drawing all my strength, from the deepest darkest well in my soul,
I seek what little justice for the twisted body,
That lies in the wet field.
A crushed head, bloodied,
Eyes staring into Nothingness,
In this life time or the next,
I shall turn this world inside out,
For you.

Zashnain

An avid blogger, twitterer and photojournalist, Zashnain Zainal suffers from an incurable addiction to social work, helping marginalised communities since 1989. Nowadays he travels from the plantations of Malaysia to the slums of Thailand. He can be found at zashnain.com and @bedlamfury

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