Cornered

Finally, I am dead

I am free, from this world,

I was a pursuing a doctorate then,

Nobody saved me when I was a girl.

Last midnight, I was working,

To save my fathers & brother,

When some people of the same tribe,

Made my feminine spine smother.

I said "NO, please don't do anything!"

But they continued to fulfill their greed,

I knew, I was one of those thousand women,

Who are used by men, in every way indeed.

I was unable to bear those horror hours,

Craving, praying for my own expiry

Ironically, I was an upcoming doctor

Who could not prevent its own agony.

I saw my blood-stained mud,

A doctor who awaits a doctor,

Completely used, bleeding & dead,

What was the use, living in this factor?

I laughed, I laughed, I LAUGHED!

Men can't be so cruel right?

When will they overcome their lust,

And pity on this red apron, earlier white?

Those could have been my patients,

A service to my very own society,

And when calm patients turn to monsters,

Can't they recall their own female's anxiety?