By: K.S.Sanjana - 11A

Wandering along the streets
I wondered what this city hides
A city known for its wealth
A city known for health
A city deemed safe
From the horrors
Rest of the world knew as reality.

Such a thought was broken,
Rather it was assimilated into another,
As I held the wild sheet of paper in my hand
Fourth murder of the month
I read
Victim barely seventeen
It said
No evidence found
I knew.

Treasure can be protected deep under the sea
But there was never a man
Who left with only one
There were always more taken
Greed and curiosity have ruled mankind
Longer than any king ever known.
Such a report was just one
Just one of the thousands of secrets
Krovich kept safe.

Keeping these truths veiled was more important
More important than helping the ones in need
More important than protecting the children
More important than letting others know their true form.

These colorful gardens
Clear rivers
Smooth roads
Smart robots
Were the artificial elements
Of happiness
Of safety and security
Which deceived many
But not me.

How would they know
That something was wrong
How would they know
That there was poison
Poison coated in strawberry cream
Poison which ended a life.
A life in sunshine
They wouldn’t.
Of course they wouldn’t.
Blinded by their fake security.
This city would never catch a mistake
A disturbance in the perfect life
A red in a sea of black and white
A murderer in the midst of businessmen.

With this thought in mind
I continued walking along the streets of Krovich.
The bright blue sky reminded me of her smile
The black roads reflected the dark night it took place.
The red rose reminded me of the blood
Of my beautiful daughter
Whose innocent blood has been spilled
Spilled to keep a dirty, disgusting secret safe.
A secret which I was now going to expose.