What Was Her Fault?

Wearing the black veil, covering her remains

She walks alone on the muddy plain

She finds them laugh

Though her heart is torn half

Prolonged silence murders her inside

Being docile cost her abide

Bowing head, holding agony at bay

Though abandoned yet has much to say

There's no cognition behind it

May it be beauty, property or the outfit

The acid thrown with disgust

Made her torment at her worst

Does throwing acid make them feel savoured?

Humanity and respect is long lost

It makes her tears shred

Extremely hurt and exhaust

Her soul seeks for justice

Being very precise

She feels inchoate

And mourns for the judgment date

The mother earth feels guilty and solicits for neutrality

Will this ever comply?