The brutality, the rapes, the murders go on
With clocklike regularity all over the earth
With hardly anything to set them apart
Except for the religions sometimes
Sometimes the caste, ethnicities sometimes
Race sometimes, gender sometimes,
Sometimes the nationality, sometimes regions
And sometimes nothing at all
Separating the perpetrators and the victims
But the brutality, the rapes, the murders go on
Be it day or be it night, be it dawn or be it dusk.
Know Thyself 