RAPE:

Prowling & marauding in packs, these degenerate beasts insane,

Inflicting pain, grief & sorrow with their sick sex, banal & so inane,

Upon the givers of all life, mother earth, women both young & old,

Caring not who their victims are, the vulnerable, the timid, the bold.

A bud, flower, petal still furled, the maid yet not knowing the world,

Matters not, the grandmother, mother, the maid, the small little girl,

The nurturing, the caring, loving ones with soft hand & gentle hearts,

These beasts, they scar, they tear & they rip those tender worlds apart.

Victims, women, insulted, defamed, socially ignored & wrongly blamed,

Kept under wraps, eyes down, stoned & their attackers, men, not named,

Mute, silent, ancient flowing tides will one day turn & women shall unite,

And time shall come, when women again, shall quietly sleep deep at night.

Their soft tender bodies, raped, destroyed, desperately deceived & torn,

And like their clothes, their naked ripped minds, tired & so bloodily worn,

Women, scorned by their sick sorry society, shunned, blamed, sad & forlorn,

Their bodies maimed, but within their ancient wisdom, they´ll be born again.