The music takes me back to days of pride. We fell into well defined lines; an army of blue and white chin up, eyes forward, saluting the tricolor each day.
From shoulders broadened with pride to a helpless corpse diminished with shame. Who is to blame?
The brutal incident in the capital was forgotten in time. What was I not thinking? That things wouldn't fall in place by itself?
Now it's another young life ruined in my city. Will it stop? Will the next victim be the savvy expat at the office, the household help whose husband is mostly knocked out drunk, someone I never knew existed in the neighborhood or me?
I would selfishly think 'I wish I had done something to stop this before it could happen to me.' Though I wouldn't think this until I fell victim to my own inaction.
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