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Ill Fated - Controversial
Ill fated Life was so smooth until one condemned evening They bundled her up in a van and then took to a deserted place, She could sense her misfortune to their sarcastic smiles, A sense of hatred and agony watered clear in her helpless eyes, Treated as a vegetable for no fault of hers, Stripped of her modesty was it a male pride ? Five of them and her subtle being, not a stitch on as the body shivered bare, Hunger for flesh, scarring the soul, wonder her strength to survive that scare, Not a human being, she was just a consume, rights can we talk as insane hooligans roam ? Pity them for the crime not so heinous ? or punish for murder of the soul as well ? Unconscious they threw her on road to die, to hospital she was taken by a passer by, There was no end to the ill luck, label of a rape victim dumbstruck, Inquests, courts and then the ugly game, in name of law, it was such a shame, Her bubbly heard bled, stabbing cry, Ripped soul could heave no sigh, An year now, guilty roam free as tears burst, as if females are born to quench their thirst, Why not teach our sons to respect ? Ill fated or is it our bringing up neglect ? Quick justice the need of the hour, she is no lust, she is a man's power, Can sons ever prosper at daughters' price ? Hold the flame high against gender crime rise !! Written Sept 12th, 2015 For Charlotte's "controversial" contest dedicated to all brave victims- lost or won the battle, but have given a tough fight.
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