Two small girls swaying with the wind
Circling throughout the trees
Slowly turning hither and yon
They’re dancing with the breeze.
Long black hair, eyes of darkest brown
No blemish to be seen.
One just over, one just under
The sweet age of thirteen.
One night at dusk, the fields they trod
In search of some relief.
Five evil men who waited there
Did bring the girls to grief.
Their mothers cried, their fathers sought
Their daughters’ whereabouts.
The local law waved off the folk
And overrode their shouts.
Their uncle saw three men afoot
Carrying his nieces.
Tried to stop them until a gun
Tore his nerve to pieces.
Next morning the police did find
Corpses of the two
Suspended from the mango tree
Twirling their last adieu.
The families left the bodies there
To keep the memories
Of lives of innocence unlived
Still dancing with the breeze
In memory of two young girls raped and hung in Katara Sadatganj, India.