We scorned her tears, mocked her fear,
Left her alone to suffer here.
Then when she called for help at last,
We brought the trauma of her past.
When she sobbed out loud, we caused her pain.
When she cried in quiet, we sent her away.
Our help could have easily come,
But for compassion, we had none.
There was no kindness in our hands.
And now a broken girl she stands.