Kashmir

The deathly stillness that silences voice
The cruel crimson haze that blinds
The frigid cold that envelops hearts
The lethal bullets that take young lives

When you can’t hear with stony ears
When you can’t see the scarlet streams
When you can’t feel your brother’s pain
When you can’t value innocent lives

Then stones become voices
Then anger becomes reason
Then death becomes protest
Then the angry gun dictates lives