What happened to her was disgusting But she should have better not been out in the night alone So what it was her job, she's not a man,a girl isn't safe on these roads
And what happened to her was indeed dastardly But why did she have to go to that area Being in that situation was partly her fault
The boys were indeed monsters But did see what that teen wore Her miniskirt might have turned them on (Oh she was in a saree,never mind,moving along)
Of course it's all the boy's fault But does good girl drink alcohol What was she doing partying at 11'o clock Maybe she was friendly and her no sounded like a yes, You know,boys will be boys afterall
What they did,they should rot in hell But why the hell did she take a strangers' help I guess thats what being too friendly entails
And she has my full support But, but,she was not a very 'nice' girl ,if you know what I mean The jobs she did,the places she went I heard she had many boyfriends And don't take it in the wrong way But she sort of caused it upon her
And that's why kids Keep company of only 'good' people And follow our orders If you wish not such dishonour Always be prim and proper
I can't imagine the pain she must be in Now who will marry a bride with lost honour All the reputation of the family is lost,better keep this a secret,don't tell the police
It's none of her fault of course But western values did spoil the gal
And the boys did a grievous wrong But she could have tried not being so free It's not a West European city
Well you know what I mean She could have, well, tried not existing
~ Corrosive elevation Metabolic creation At the mouth of cough drop falls Trails of caustic, nomadic influence: Coffee lips Decaffeinated tongue Resealable groove Reusable embryo White hunter Melt snow Hang fire Black crow
Mechanical peak Summit on a stick Chiseled grey The smoke ascending They call "day" Lovely shade of sadness, this Wandering endocarp Hidden in caves, hollows, crags, cellars, and cisterns It came naked From out of the acrid woods And said
No more poignant photographs. No more signs of the times. No more war stories. No more scars with stories. No more stories that scar. No more futures dashed. No more glass smashed. No more Heroes. No more ‘we rose From the ashes. The ashes will be too thin, Blown too far apart by the toxic winds. This cannot be a remix Icarus eyes have killed the Phoenix.
There is no future, There is no past, When we face the atom blast.