It was a beautiful Monday morning
The world was silently awakening to
the brightness of the sun…
Conscientiously ignorant of our
plight
As we fought for life deep down in
the sea
Our tormentors were not mere
mortals … their lashes stripped the skin off our backs
Fear was just one of the weapons;
strong as the ocean currents…
It drove us deep down; into the
belly of the ocean…
I’ll never forget how insecure we
felt … the stillness ... the loneliness and quiet before the end
As it dawned on us that we had come
to the end of our watery existence
That no one would come to our
rescue
That no one cared while we perished
at the bottom of the sea
The same sea that once brought
glory and fame to our lands
The same water that once provided
water for mother’s cooking
The same was to be responsible for
our death
As we realized that we would never
smell the ocean again
That we would never pick pebbles
along the shore again
That we would never watch little
fishes jump around in ponds …
We wondered if they would hear the
silent screams from across the ocean
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