She has never questioned
Why? her father didn’t like her short dress
She has never doubted
When her brother asked to never show up
Before his friends
She has never talked back
When her mother never allowed
To go out with her friends
She has always been polite
Sweet and ignorant
Just how they wanted her to be
“Be smart but know your limits”
“Be bright but know your place”
She always tried to become this
Yet she’s now become another victim
A mere victim
The one we read in everyday newspaper
With a cup of tea sighing to ourselves
“What a dangerous society……poor child”
And that’s all we do
A poor child?
Yes she was just a child.
She might have become a doctor saving lives
Or a painter drawing sunsets and lilies
But instead a pack of wolves who lost humanity
Driven by momentary desire and superior ego
Tearing down her clothes,her honor, her dreams
Hunted her down that back alley
“And they say hang those wretched criminals!”
Where was your rage when she begged for mercy?
Where was your anger when her cries were unheard
When she was still that little girl,
Why wouldn’t you see her fears?
Isn’t it ironic?
You just pray the victim
Must never be your daughter.
12 A, Science