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!
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half