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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Today, I stand at candor’s peak And yet, they all still look down on me A prosecution of the persecuted, shall I witness As Damocles’s sword hangs over my head Today, I looked at the man who decides my fate The courtroom’s god commenced the Judgement Day “Do you plead guilty to murder?” He asks me now I say I do without a shadow of doubt Today, the toxic air of hypocrisy choked my conscience The court was filled with a deafening silence All of them knew, yet none of them could say How the murderer of today was a victim of yesterday Yesterday, the girl walked along a lonely street It was after six, the sky was dark the skirt was slightly above knee She walked along the lonely road, not a soul in sight But she heard the monster following her, with hunger in his eyes She panicked, she ran but it was a futile chase For when the moment was right the predator pounced and devoured his prey She tried to run, she tried to fight To the depths of terror her heart had sunk But the girl was too weak for the hungry swine And so she ended up a rag doll for the dirty drunk Yesterday, the girl cried back home The family was aghast on seeing her bloodstained clothes They cried not for the pain, but for her lost virtue For now they had to find her a secondhand groom When she went to the court, they said it was her mistake No one lighted candles for her at the India Gate The rape was the headline of one day, history the next An outrage on social media but no one bothered to check, How her case was thrown out the door for it was her mistake The skirt was disgustingly above knee, she shouldn’t have been out late Yesterday, the girl realised she was all alone She hunted for the predator,to liberate her soul She walked along that lonely road, for she knew where he had been The prey turned the predator , she doused him in gasoline She lit a burning match and let the fire calm her fears For the monster’s screams were melodies to her ears Today, I told my story , now they listen to me As i watch the tables turn, i mock the irony The god looks at me with stern eyes, he asks “Do you repent?” I gave my answer, they gave their verdict- it was a death sentence Tomorrow, I walk to prison as a free woman. The blatant irony makes me laugh. Everyone knows why, but they dare not ask For as I'm charged with manslaughter, apparently justice is restored But where was this justice when the monster butchered my soul?
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