Tell the killers to come out of hiding; there are more people to kill
Every journalist is another Gauri, come on, there’s more blood to spill
That pistol will not do this time, tell them to bring a machine gun
There are thousands more to kill, can they shoot everyone?
Every time a Gauri dies, in her place, ten new Gauri’s arise
Holding Gauri’s picture up and shouting slogans to the skies
You have awakened the spirit of justice in the hearts of everyone
You have brought this on yourselves; the war for justice has begun
We have no need of guns or bullets, the words we write will do
With truth and justice behind us, we will put an end to you
All over the country and the world, journalists have begun to write
They all endorse all what Gauri said, they will carry on the fight
No matter how many bullets you bring, it won’t be enough
We won’t use guns or bullets, but our resistance will be tough
The pen is our chosen weapon, and the media you can’t control
Every drop of Gauri’s blood, cries for justice for her tortured soul
Our words will hurt like bullets or a sword that stabs your heart
Soon every common man will be aware of your detestable part
This is the beginning of your end, when will you understand?
We will bring you to justice; your hourglass has run out of sand
By- Ernest Flanagan
September 13, 2017 at 4:13 pm
This is an inspiring condolence poem to a great human who stood for the upliftment of dalits and weaker sections including women and voiced against injustice
September 13, 2017 at 10:10 pm
proud to be part of this movement . Ernest Flanagan