Inspired by the below video
I used to be religious, not today
I thought that He would protect me from ill
what could have I done to inflict this fate
my final prayer that I would die was refused!
I would always remember the dark dirty floor
Shred pieces of my torn clothes scattered
the hand that covered my scream into a whimper
my life snatched away from me with a smirk.
I could see his lustful eyes over me
as I lay naked, my lips tainted by his kiss
docile, in tears, in blood, in pain,
he dint rape me, he killed me, my family, my friends.
I thought that He would protect me from ill
what could have I done to inflict this fate
my final prayer that I would die was refused!
I would always remember the dark dirty floor
Shred pieces of my torn clothes scattered
the hand that covered my scream into a whimper
my life snatched away from me with a smirk.
I could see his lustful eyes over me
as I lay naked, my lips tainted by his kiss
docile, in tears, in blood, in pain,
he dint rape me, he killed me, my family, my friends.
Rape is not murder, its massacre.
This is also my entrant for this weeks Three Word Wednesday
16 comments:
true words
Hello Harsh, thank you bhai :)
well put
Thanks Sheilagh!
Well writen Anil. More than anything, I appreciate your empathy. Agree with this. There are many things that the victim loses.
thanks Ranjini!
It is cruel! It destroys the whole fabric of human decency not just the victim! Very directly put Anil!
Hank
Unimaginable horror. A very poignant piece indeed.
Kaykuala, it does! thanks for dropping by :)
Keith, thank you for your kind remark :)
Yes. It is killing n much more.
Well put dear...
thanks Priya :)
you are true rape is not just an act of violence, it is massacre. A hard hitting poem, penned beautifully. Loved it
thank you Ankita :)
It's powerful! A moving poem.
Thank you Saru :)
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