I Say Unto You

Verily, I say unto you Sexual harassment is still loitering on our streets Rape graduated from hungry and now made it greedy Penetrating lives bitterly making them victims of the society The pictures of our loved ones are still beautifying the newspapers Their crying voices still linger in our ears But our government is filled with deaf and dumb Verily, I say unto you Sexual assault is the most brilliant religion Followers are dancing joyfully to the beat of their bass drums Celebrating as if they have won an achievement Their bodies are crying blood and water Funeral homes are tired of holding their corpses Sadly, the government behaves as if she has fallen into coma The news of another rape girl is still crawling through our TVs I am just tired of painting flashbacks But rape keeps knocking on my door Activists' voices get lost with the wind The grave has silently paid bride prices Cause rape is still hanging around Verily, I say unto you A girl's body is not a commodity. Stop! Stop right there Her mini skirt is not an excuse for rape