To rape victims in my country (Remove filter)
To hell I am inured
Her childhood she spent
In a backwater of development
Where harmful practices
Mainly the fair sex that subject,
Thrived rampant.
A blow on the row dealt
Broke she sobbed and wept
Irritate at a community
Social filths that tolerate.
On a way to school
Raped by a woody pool,
She and her dream
For a life better
Got asunder,
Not to mention
The lacerating physical pain
She was force...
Saturday 24th January 2015 4:25 pm
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