CRY OF A WIDOW
As she knelt on the corrupted earth
Tainted by the unfairness of life
Her cries resonated through the crowd
Yet her pleas were ignored
Forced to do their biddings
The choice was taken from her
To refuse was an abominable deed
Lest she be accused of his death
Her love for her dearest was genuine
Still it was not enough to prove her innocence
How could she murder her other half
When the mere thought broke her soul
In proving her fairness
She was made to commit barbaric acts
Hair shaved as she layed with the dead
Vile liquid from her beloved's body forcefully shoved down her throat
Cruel faces of old women
Smirked in satisfaction and smugness
Still it wasn't enough
Robbed of her properties by greedy hands
The sense of belonging, gone from a warm embrace turned cold
Love-filled eyes forever closed from her gaze
Smiling face, pale and cold like stone
Soothing whispers of love, lost like an echo to the wind
Memories of her once happy life
Filling the lonley days ahead
For it shall be cherished
Until her last dying breath
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