Defy, demean, denigrate; Deny, disregard, disrespect

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They did what they could,
to defile her that day,
they violated and mutilated her body,
then just threw her away.
She fought back bravely, did not plead
nor relent; she was alert and spirited,
even as her body was grotesque with bleeds.
There are millions like her, dying every day,
she wrestled and she  grappled,
to wish them away.
Everyone was baying for their blood,
wanting to narrow down to a kill,
she did what she could, alive yet still.
Where was the curse, where was the ire,
why was the bestial in us, out with such fire?
Where was it lost among the humans,
the ability to respect and coexist?
Whether it was a body raped or a lewd gesture,
where did we go wrong, where did it begin?
Impinging on freedom, debasing even blasphemy!
Was it Iblis (Satan) and his tribe?
Or was God still testing mankind?

Questions sometimes rush through my mind. Questions to which there are no answers. Or perhaps we all know the answers but refuse to glean, refuse to see, continue refuting, what is known to be. 

Comments

Bawa said…
Beautifully written Sue. It captures the pain as well as the spirit of the girl. Oh, I so wish she gets a normal life again
21 December 2012 at 07:23
Atul said…
Beautiful.......
21 December 2012 at 07:26
Suverchala said…
Thank you Dr. Ansari.
23 December 2012 at 04:20
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