The crimson twilight pours over the land as a mortal wound in a sanguine sky.
The unthinking, inconsiderate act rolls onward slowly breaking the innocent back.
The terror of incomprehension writhing on her face as she tries to flee with immobile limbs dragging behind.
There is no bullet of mercy for the victim nor a fitting consequence for the criminal.
An inefficacious glance is all that is offered by the gaping maws of passersby.
The rage permits no tears to fall on cheeks filled with gritted teeth.
The ducts are clotted with blood and crusted with ancient anger.
Evil scores its devices of misery from a willing god to murder and maim the just and innocent.
Winded and gaunt from lifetimes of struggle, we lay on the desiccated path.
We tear at the air with desperate grasp for a modicum of justice and a moment of peace.
Abandoned and lost to relentless time, we are left to draw in the silty dust with our last labored breaths.
