Entitlement She Deserves

Entitlement She Deserves short poem

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For me there is no crime so monstrous than rape,
I wonder what sort of society we plan to shape.
The victim feels detained in a prison with no hope to escape,
I wish that these crimes be noted on tape.
For us darkness transpires in the night,
But they feel they are always under limelight.
My mind is overloaded with questions,
But confused how to reach up to the accession.
Does a girl magnificently dressed invite a rape?
Does a girl roaming at night deserve a rape?
The propaganda of ascendancy has corrupted our whole,
And reduced some to seekers of vaginal holes.
Let’s just cease this fire that reduces wisdom to ashes,
Reposses the smile again on their prepossessing faces.
I wonder what sort of society we plan to shape,
Let’s succour the victim’s future to gleefully reshape.

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