Bloody Badaun tree (poetry - life politics and atrocities)

I weep at the bloody Badaun tree,

Adorned by violated innocence

Dirty seed of a gang of scoundrels

Dripping off the hanging cadavers

Here we see no red red flower,

No scented leaves, nor a flirty bee

I only hear the rasp of doom

And the scraping of grim reaper's staff

Sniggering cowards hang around

To take pride in their life's work

And showcase their deeds for all to see

Hanging from the bloody Badaun tree

Stones abound but I hesitate

Target's near but I'm incapacitate

To strike them down and bleed out

Their malice off the bloody Badaun tree

To no avail I dream of vindication,

While in fear, in terror I cower for ever

Hateful my eyes as they watch the hyenas

Frolic in search for their next amusement.

Impotent rage fills up my innards,

Hands hanging flaccid in years of submission

Symphony of the wind rustling cold bodies though,

Is sending fresh rageblood into my limp hands.

For those who think WTF is he moaning about, read   http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Horrific-Badaun-gang-rape-and-murder-case-highlights-social-strains-in-Akhileshs-UP/articleshow/35955664.cms