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I know not when the world was made or when was I born
I know not when I from safety was shorn
Ripped dripping in my mother's blood, torn from her swollen belly
She felt a great relief to see me leave finally
Her load had ceased, in relief and joy she slept
Perhaps due to her pain a little wept
Then she woke with forgotten pain
All her curses in vain
And in undiluted joy she lifted my unblemished arms
Promising to protect them from all harms
So must have said the girl's mother who lies on the street
Drowning in her own blood and shame and left with nothing but leers to greet
Her fault is paramount, take of note
She was beautiful and yet not with richness besott
Her vulva wasn't any man's to own yet or freely given
She had tried to earn to survive on her own decision with men even
Her fault was a cheap alley in unholy dark
Where only the lower humans show their inhuman human emotions without cover but stark
But what of the great men of Hero's race
Where was their chivalric grace
Of manly strength
Or an attempt to prove their manhood at any length
Why they went deaf and blind
As her shrieks ripped their ear-drums and left blood and fear behind
Why lily livered yellow-hearted fear when they are supposedly the masters of the race
Where went their courage and strength or is lust and exploitation the only male grace
Why close your windows and not brave those dogs of men
Why not brave the darkness instead of cowardily hiding in your residential den
What fault of the girl or the boss who expected her on time
Why such destruction as she drowns in her hymen's slime
Why these leers on her her exposed breasts and legs or her bleeding vagina
See you not those bite marks, those scratches, that blood, focuses not on your retina
What right do you have to leer on her to possess her or lust for her or one of her race
When you failed to protect her, failed to protect her grace
Cowards throw a blank atleast
Prove you are little human not a total beast
Leer not on her nether regions you deserve not them to own
Cut yours where courage is supposedly sown
Now does your feelings arouse
What of courage then as she suffered did you drowse
Tortured screams heard not any men or God
Why then must you be considered our Lord
When you are helpless and useless too
Why your grace and good will should I woo
What of the mother who to protect her did promise
Why was her divine protection so remiss
Animals are we and Animals remain
As Cowardice and Lust does on humanity reign
The guffawing police feeling her by eyes and hand
Shamed the only man of the land
Who her had covered sheltered given
Given a hand and proven himself a human even
Tried those dogs to fight
Injured and suffering from his own plight
For neither Politics nor media was interested yet
And without them the coward police and people were silent at any rate
And yet she cried on the dark road to the bright leering eyes
And all she had were ashamed embarrsed sighs
The society of cowards made shamed her and not the dogs or cowards even
Instead to her was desolation misery penury given
Called a whore and left alone
Only with a mother the world's sins to atone
The brightest face given to the deathly pallor of the dark
As other's escaped with the dark faces kept in light stark
What a world
Of its soul and humanity sold
And yet she cries in the dark
As the dogs around her still does bark.
