Unmindful Man

You may think countless ticking of the clock’s hands And eras of rainy seasons have erased the sore past And that her silence has acquitted you of your guilt And your gang of morbid villains is now anonymous And the soiled pages of her story are now burnt And a silent victim she must remain or be shamed Although the downpour drowned the maiden’s voice As you, a kinsman, blindfolded her in the open field and led others to deep their hands in blameless blood The stars bore silent witness to your iniquity as you Forced open the gates to her pride on the wet grass Your legion of lewd spirits believed this story would Never be told, but she saw through the fold The years between the deed and now remain fresh Fresh as the field where your band of wild beasts Ambushed a bland maiden clad in amorphous apparel Unbetroth, she implored that you show mercy But you defied her unconsenting innocent cries With forceful thrusts fueled by youthful lust Now you dare to approach the very one you violated To be a concubine because you think she has no soul And no remembrance of the vicious stain of her purity Your words are unable to conceal the lust in your eyes She has a voice and will speak for herself... Though wounded by your accursed members, I survived My womb denied your ejaculated seed soil to germinate And I stopped being a sufferer once the garden healed But like seed sown in fertile ground, my story has ripened My courage has grown and my voice has come of age I shall be silent no longer and will not remain invisible I demand to also hear the confession of your transgression I dare you to deny forcefully taking what I did not give Even if the statue of justice allows herself to be unmasked And the people doubt my story because you dine with the king My unrevoked curse will accompany you beneath the earth