Poetry: You were not there

Yes, you were not there,
when they snatched my scarf,
from my head.

You have not seen them,
entering my home, in dark nights,
they choose, our dark store room.

I looked through, from a small hole, in fright,
my mother’s cries, for hours I heard.
Till they faded, among kicks, in her ailing abdomen.

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