Flashing glow and muffled screams
from the television in the corner
rather than nature awakening senses,
Slightly swearing under her breath
with the creaking of her bed
Ye Wenjie dragged herself out,
Watching flames of injustice rise
ironically into the redeeming dawn
through the golden window above,
Horrified at the void left behind by
Another woman and her dignity,
She though frozen and trembling
felt calm in justification for
the cry for help she’d cast,
To lives not of human origin —
Will-o’-the-wisp though maybe
Humanity needs saving
or ending.

We do not know if Ye Wenjie felt remorse, but she won’t, if she saw the things happening at Hathras and around.

Inktober 2020. Wisp.