Aside the tiers of which she tolls in tears.
Holds her upon her hair.
Crumbled beneath her ***.
With grief out of disconcord.
As she refused to take charge.
But he continued to pounce on.
The pain, the grief, the blame, all she gets on.
His thrusting showed a haste.
And a threatened, horror taste.
Force ******, isn't that a waste?
Like the itching troubled paste.
Justice ceased to favour
Her cries, but insult does.
As quick as she's now a *****
A *****! Such inhumane
Justice out-insult in; our new normal.
Not again will she cry in vain.
Not again will grief runs through her veins.
Not again will she endures the pain.
Because she now stands to be the main.
And ****, a disheartened effort with no gain.
This poem seeks to end the menace of immorality shown towards incidence of ****. It also reveals the conditions of ****** and how much of displeasure they got in the act.
It as well pointed out how justice as failed victims of **** in our society and how the trial to justice merit not victims of ****.
The last verse pointed out taking responsibility attached to **** and which they will no longer cry in silence. Every will they be subjected to grief, pain and endurance without gain.
