Published in Countercurrent.org
Rapes —
How many a day?
How many a week?
How many a year?
The victim stays till
Doused with kerosene and burnt
The victim stays till
Pelted with stones and killed
The victim stays till
Lynched by mobs to death
Twelve or twenty-three,
What was their fault?
Being a woman?
Beasts drawn by untasted flesh
Tempted by images drawn in unkempt brains
No longer men but La Manada or Tom Dooleys
Hang down you head
Justice evades.
We all know She is blind.
Rape remains untried
Or the Victim Dies
Why is it on the rise?
I’ve decided I no longer understand the human race.
Neither do I — that is why I write.
Yes…that may be part of the reason I do.