In a gusty waving blizzard,
A dusty quivering face
Beneath a flickering light
Arrested a quester’s sight.
Gloomy, dismal and pale?
Nah, I’m glamorous, mumbled she.
Frozen, shivering and dusted?
Nah, it’s freedom under the dark sky.
Broken, shattered and frustrated?
Nah, I’m ecstatic.
Starving, thirsty and unhealthy?
Nah, doing well.
Left behind and need to express?
Nah, I’m fine!
Counting the muted souls,
The quester stepped in sigh…
The beaten wife who sits at the darkest corner of the kitchen wipes away her tears through the ashes; the abused girl in the lockup covers lacerations with her shivering hands; the intimidated mother buries the footprints of her child’s murderer with rage. Consequently, the offended deviates themselves from the alley of justice. The question that needs to be enquired is, ‘WHY?’. Why would they yet remain ‘MUTED’?
This silence ensued is a ‘traumatic fear’ which originates as a consequence of the primary emotional reactions on victimization. The trauma encountered instigates as an effect of the fear for societal blame, fear for cultural norms, fear on awaiting for justice, and significantly on fear for the offenders. Nonetheless, should they remain feared and silent?
The precise response is, ‘NO’. A legislative framework which provides protection for the victims and witnesses of a crime; which constitutionally recognizes the basic human rights; which ensures equal access to justice, lays the fundamental platform for the call of victimized voices. A voice heard not only demands justice to the offended, yet it serves as an armor to protect the entire society. It is not a secret that the judiciary in itself endures frequently reforming substantial loopholes, yet it is evidently true that a noise for justice is worth than a ‘timid concealment’!
Poem & Description by: Rtr. Methmuthu Abeywickrama