They didn’t just kill her,
that mother, that wife,
carrying another life
inside
when she was beaten.
Not only she
felt the blows,
her family’s hands
tied, helpless,
children screaming,
husband swallowing rage
with his fear,
vomiting as her brains
stained the walls
of their home.
The eight-month foetus
suffocating slowly,
bleeding internally, dying,
for a cause it will never learn.
Perhaps better,
if that is what awaits.
The lies will continue
until the beatings stop,
morale
will not improve
through the imposition of masks,
and dissent from within.
LMC