Where the truth is doomed by lies ,
Hands are shook with malice.
And hope is forever haunted,
Jury is there to harass .
Deaths occur day and passing night;
Still the girl wore flamboyant,
Help is nowhere proceeded.
Wax is melted ,
Thoughts are already poisoned.
Still the girl was drunk in venom , while going to her friend's home .
Who says the substandard boy is to blame, who thought of her as a jester .
Nasty, humiliated, unpleasant is all they can say but ;
Still who helps her when she suffered.
Unlucky is the girl who had this fate , they bark !
And leave her to burn in this filthy fire which gives no life to the dead .
Wounding and funny .
One's just dessert is still not served ,
Hour and minute,
Second and jiffy,
All we do is to wait , when will he be put to death ?
- Adaa Sayed