Ode To The Victims Of Lechers

How can your blood not curl

To talk about an innocent girl

To talk of her as a case

To think of her as debased

To let that man of sin be free

He who is cruelty’s epitome

How can your blood not curl

To see that damned sinless girl

To spit on her youthful dreams

To drown her innocent, painful screams

You call yourself men of pace!

You want us to take part in your disgrace

How can your blood not curl

To forget that wronged, beautiful girl

People who gave her birth you left crying

They call for justice, oh see them trying!

But you monsters are so immune

Their honest tears and honour you impugn

How can your blood not curl

After you murdered that alive girl

It was not only her life you took

It was integrity of races you forsook

You gave that child hell for life

You vandalized her basic human rights

 

How can your blood not curl

To make demons out of that angelic girl

You didn’t see her rise out of her misery

Her eyes are fire, risen from her history

That broken child you left has grown

Hide now, run, for she is fury unknown

How will your blood not curl

When you see out of the ashes that empowered girl.