This does not belongs to a King or a Superior.
by nimal dunuhinga
An innumerable mass grave.
The inhumane just pretend as immaculate
those wolves who brought these innocents
to this isolated graveyard.
The old bearded Stonemason believes
while he was carving he heard some whispers of children,
men and women.
Although they were forgotten names in the Census
the forget-me-not flowers still bloom on their graves.