Who pulled the gun?
Who triggered the trigger?
Under the frowns
Of a lonely fading moon
Who groped my neck?
So tight in the darkness
That the echoes of my screams
Were as silent as a forgotten melody?
Who tied at my back, so tightly my hands;
Covered my pleading mouth with stretchy fingers,
As he loosened my skirt’s knot?
Whose manhood reaped the grain;
From a groin his testes never cultivated?
Just to know…
You had my body burned
But my soul woke from its ashes
You had my heart crashed
But my strength and conscience mended
You dipped in me fear and rage
But I grew claws for monsters like you
Just if I meet one in underworld
You must have raped and killed me;
But my blood in your blood streams
Flows to haunt you….