<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557985" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>“I remember…Justice”</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Struggles of women! ” rang in my ears as a child<br>“Poor justice! ” rang in my ears as a child<br>“Equality for us! ” rang in my ears as a child<br>What’s the point of screaming out loud? <br>I kept thinking in that moment as a child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As marching with Nepal’s flag and holding index finger of my uncle, <br>I saw people in blue dress, green dress, and devil face without justice.<br>I saw people with sad face, gloomy face, and red face that didn’t had justice.<br>With my squeaky voice I said, ” Uncle, why are people so loud and hate man in blue and green dress? ”<br>He turned around and with polite voice he said, “Because that’s the people who does not give us justice”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Struggles of women! ” screamed women next to us, <br>followed by, “Poor justice! ” by massive group of citizens.<br>I kept wondering, people need to stop chanting in my ear.<br>‘PEEOWW PEEOWW' <br>I saw women lying in concrete floor, <br>I remember, that thick red blood floating to my uncles toe.<br>He grabbed me so tight by hand, I thought hands were sore.<br>At age seven, this was too much to digest<br>Still till this day, I question<br>Is there justice anymore?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rimbus+Shrestha">Rimbus Shrestha</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557985" data-title="“I remember…Justice” de Rimbus Shrestha" data-description="“Struggles of women! ” rang in my ears as a child “Poor justice! ” rang in my ears as a child “Equality for us! ” rang in my ears as a child What’s the point of screaming out loud? I kept thinking in that moment as a child. As marc..."></div> </div> </div>

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