Twenty Two!

Sinner or Innocent?

That night stay awake
The sins of one,
Overbeared the innocence.
They stood trembling-
Pushing themselves far away
From the pointy end of the machine
The little boy, held her hand
And cajoled her towards the end.
The men were fierce,
Who entered the house at this hour,
Their mother screamed at the horror
But threw herself at the fate of above.
The siblings of two stood against the wall; opposite
The hues of colour passed on their faces
The shots were taken;
One after another.
One, two, three and ten-
Counted the sister.
Her little fingers trembled,
With no more fingers left to count-
Her brother held her against him
With his hands trying to
Stop her from the count.
It stopped,
The screams gone
They opened their eyes
To the masked faces in front.
One, two and three-
Again counted her sister
The boy clutched her tight
Waiting for the inevitable.
She changed her game,
With a left of her finger
Counted the colours
That the brazen world presented.
Black and Red, Black and Red
She whispered,
Her brother tried shushing her out
In her failing hysteria.
The red seeped up to them
And she fingered the colour
The masked men pointed at her-
Looked right in the eye of the terror.
The weariness of the situation,
Crawled in deep-
The sister put up her finger; three
And smiled from within.
The men looked at her,
And the boy behind
He took her finger,
And dipped it in red-
He used her finger to draw-
The masterpiece she wouldn't forget.
Their legs traced the blood
And walked them out.
The little girl finally got out of clutches
And held her mother-
Mouthing the little word she learned,
She traces her finger-
Down on her fallen mother.
Writing the only word,
She has ever learned.
Her hands shook
Trying to wake her up
She screamed on top of her voice;
R-e-v-e-n-g-e.