THe Rape of Lea
THe poem below is formed of a set of questions that each person must ask himself. Think of the distressed for a minute and all those rape victims (our own brothers and sisters ) who have no shoulder to cry on. WHo will show them support if we showed nothing. Now consider the situation: how are these victims supposed to continue with their lives as if nothing happens? Who is to be their guide when the dark memories haunt them at night. To them, you might not be there in physical form, yet emotional support cant remind a person that he is not alone. Having a blessed group of people next to you in times of distress is more than enough. And sometimes, a kind gesture can cure a bleeding heart.
Though this poem may not make sense to some of you, just take a second look before flagging it and think: what difference can you make today!
Torn apart like some butterfly wings
Ripped and stripped of her honor
Violated by the sewers that run through her core
She has fallen under the treacherous spell
Of the night that claims her whore
So after the dark settles
Who will mend her wounds?
Who will wipe the blood off her scars?
And if the [faceless] claims her its mistress
That which doesn’t have a given name
To shout when the nightmares haunt
Whom will she run to when everything falls apart?
When his claws savor her skin’s blood
Whom will she call up for help?
When there is no hope
And push comes to rape
And when the distress settles
Will she be herself again?
Will she rise from the ashes?
Or will she burn?
SO I ASK AGAIN
Who will reclaim the ashes?
Of a heart unintended
And who will cure the pain
Of a nameless girl violated