Murder

What killed her weren’t the numerous beatings

Neither the pain of the break, nor the loss of blood

It wasn’t even the shame and the boiling anger

What killed her was the silence of the bystander

And upon it the voice that said “She asked for it”

What killed her wasn’t the rope around her neck

Neither the suffocation, nor the break of bone

It wasn’t even the string of expletives used for her

What killed her was her own parents’ sense of dishonour

And upon it the voice that said “Maybe we raised her wrong”

What killed her weren’t the burns of the acid

Neither the shrinking skin, nor the loss of organ

It wasn’t even the deformed features and face

What killed her was the hope that she’d be addressed with grace

And upon it the voice that said “She should’ve just said yes”

The #metoo campaign has brought together a vast part of this world irrespective of gender, race, religion, colour, country. This is the true meaning of unity in diversity and it’s a shame that we are being unified as victims or survivors and not for causes that would help the world.

Only if we could put our differences aside as we have against sexual harassment, we might solve many of the problems that plague us today.