Women lie in tombs.
No smiles, no dancing, no talk.
In a big hurry they rushed out.
Now? Not a sound leaves their mouth!
Still as the harsh winter ground.
As silent as Democratic prosecutors.
Who let evil men, hunt city sidewalks for women.
Just out to have fun.
These evil men will kill again.
Anyone woman on the street.
She’s a killers dream dessert.
His moonlight treat!
He will smile and be free.
While she, entombed dances with death.
And with no warm arms of her family.
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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