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Is It the Religion To Be Blamed Now
Rape in the city, lifestyle was blamed Rape of a teenager, clothing was blamed. And now? 8 year old, simply dressed, Living in village No modern lifestyle Innocent and unaware of all this. Childishly innocent she probably didn't know what was happening Only knew that her pain was accuring Terrified and frightened she begged for mercy, But the wasps remained bloodthirsty. They murdered her innocence every day, And then finally they took her painful breaths away. Her name means "pure" and such was her soul, Yet to their foul eyes, Her body was only of the lust to behold. Such was their monstrosity they didn't let her dead, broken and Battered body to be buried, In the name of religion, they were blinded. They took her death to religion's fair, But let me tell you this: the day their daughter died, both "The Bhagavan" and "The Allah" cried. The temple which once echoed of ringing bells now echoes of the screams for justice of that 8-year-old. 4/18/2018
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