A Broken Doll

Lying on a pile of garbage was a broken doll

With a twisted head. 

I saw it when I was out for a stroll,

I imagined that it was a pretty girl lying dead.

Victim of grave injustice and horrific violence

It's soul bemoaning its fate in unusual silence. 

It's plastic body lay torn apart,

Destroyed by its own playmate. 

I walked away with a heavy heart,

Wondering over its sorry state.

It's not only the plastic doll that is broken,

It's happening to women and children of all ages.

They die leaving behind words unspoken,

Some children hardly reach their teenage. 

Acid attack, domestic violence and rape,

Women and children are the victims.

The perpetrators mostly escape,

While the family and the media screams. 

Seeking justice for a departed soul,

Her mother fought a legal battle and cried,

This heinous crime shook the nation on the whole,

But justice delayed was justice denied.

God finally answered a mother's prayers

By sentencing the convicts to death.

The court punished her daughter's slayers

Their conscience will prick them until their last breath.

This punishment will be a lesson 

To all the human beast,

And teach them to respect women 

Not to consider them as a delicious feast.