O Girls, O Women, Be Aware

O Girls, O Women,  Be Aware short poem

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O Girls, O Women, Be Aware
Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there,
Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being,
but they are far from human
and most WILDER then Wild Animals.
So it makes most difficult to recognize them .
There must be some one element between all these Mental Perverts,
If that be known hope we can stop rapes.
Science is Exploring news ways to reach other planets.
But Alas no science is helping to stop the Rapes on this Planet.
They have no fear and tread everywhere
Let these Morons be tied in chains in Mental Asylums or
be Dumped in Active Volcanoes
so they know the pangs, the suffering they impose on girls, on women’s.
Let they be erased from earth otherwise mankind doesn’t deserve any Women

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