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RAPE

"Stay a bit, oh Miss; the rapist is in your path!",
Reports the State, and with apparent wrath
Threatens the crook with characterless warning,
"Go away, you bad guy; our daughter is coming."

 The caution and frown now, then forgetful next,
The steps to cure the crime can't leave the text,
And the sin of omission so deep abiding
The opportunistic mind, it keeps recurring.

Relish the beasts as they lick off their lips
The bloody morsels of our daughter. Weeps
Her sieged up soul deaden'd in ghastly shock --
A sacrifice like a goat on the block!
The crime from yore yet brutally on rise,
Yet batters women this ruffian malaise;
The wild instinct of male domination
Yet theme for all for various exploitations.

 The maniacs wreck havoc of lust and rape
Impunely from their savage hide; and safe,
Possessive humans start up from their flinching
And rant and rave adrenaline fast rushing.

 Decry the crime the blokes and blondes in guise,
Buffet the air with their wavy outcries,
Minting of money, wresting of power and fame,
Behind blame they enjoy the taste of the game.

 The masses here all read and watch and blush,
For acts worthless they gossip and gloss
Over the cups, the cards, with rage of course,
They flay the govt just with mere rains of curse.

 Then drop all dead to comforts of their own;
In privacy, complacent fall their bandwagon;
All cringe back to their usual limit;
With elan does stray the beast's hunting spirit...

                                                          -- N P SAMAL

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