In between your bare CHEST and torn CLOTH,
I see a world of bleak innocence,
Untouched by the greed of LITERACY and gaits of POWER.
When your hands were tied and questioned by the crowd,
Your innocent EYES and frightened FACE failed to fight.
When the prey gets tamed the predators begin the celebration,
The moment YOU were silenced by the celebrations of a FEW,
Opened millions of eyes to guarantee you justice.
Now, the YOU is not a detached being rather an attached COLLECTIVE GROUP,
Whose voice has risen above the denial and dissent of the literate majority,
Who perceives everything in the form of BLACK and WHITE.
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