To the Peaceful *Note Sarcasm* Society

The cry of the girl child who was silenced inside the womb.
Peace.
The slight sound of pages turning after a shootout at a school.
Peace.
The fading laughter of the men who took away her laughter.
Peace.
The numbness of the government that failed to prevent communal violence.
Peace.
The warm welcome of those who are displaced due to strife never get.
Peace.
The Scarlet red mark on her face instead of her forehead where there should have been none.
Peace.
The churning sound of thoughts that aren’t allowed into the world due to censorship.
Peace.
The sky lit with bright heat from the atomic explosion.
Peace.
The diversity in prayers to the supreme, to protect us or to rule the world.
Peace.