The Case With Some Indian Men

The way rapists minds have taken shape-
A girl is to blame for her own rape,
To these animals so lecherous
What are we girls-strictly diurnal creatures?
Rapists say,“Girls can’t step out at night,
A girl attacked should quietly allow her rape
Without putting up a fight!”
So even after the death sentence
No sign of shame,no repentance.

What’s with Indian men
Groping in crowded streets and buses,
Prepared with the most inappropriate advances,
Their eyes rip you apart-with unabashed stares
Which put you to shame,incarcerate and impair;
Such is the height of their mind’s pollution
A short skirt is regarded as an “invitation”.

Spare us the cheesy songs and pick up lines
We women-we’ve got work,families and lives
Surely you can respect us if you can worship deities?
In every Indian woman you can hear the echoes of fear and pain
As if the right to life and liberty has been granted only to Indian men!

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