“I remember…Justice”

“Struggles of women! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Poor justice! ” rang in my ears as a child
“Equality for us! ” rang in my ears as a child
What’s the point of screaming out loud?
I kept thinking in that moment as a child.

As marching with Nepal’s flag and holding index finger of my uncle,
I saw people in blue dress, green dress, and devil face without justice.
I saw people with sad face, gloomy face, and red face that didn’t had justice.
With my squeaky voice I said, ” Uncle, why are people so loud and hate man in blue and green dress? ”
He turned around and with polite voice he said, “Because that’s the people who does not give us justice”

“Struggles of women! ” screamed women next to us,
followed by, “Poor justice! ” by massive group of citizens.
I kept wondering, people need to stop chanting in my ear.
‘PEEOWW PEEOWW'
I saw women lying in concrete floor,
I remember, that thick red blood floating to my uncles toe.
He grabbed me so tight by hand, I thought hands were sore.
At age seven, this was too much to digest

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poem by Rimbus Shrestha
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