Shanika marini Paul
Lamb In The Tyrants Hands - Poem by Shanika marini Paul
Mercy! I beg thee oh merciless kind,
But tis a child thy lust looks upon,
Mercy and Pity, upon thy find,
TIS BUT; CHILD that fall thy prey’s song.
Who art thou Tyronic creature
To be dressed in innocence but a deceiver
Rape, and abuse torment yet thou refuse,
To seal the acceptance thy loot abuse.
Ay! But thy acts of deceit would soon awake,
FOR JUSTICE and punishment would debate,
Thou! Hath killed the infant in the egg,
Who sees the world f innocence and suffers the fate o RAPE
Tempest thou created, inher little life,
Tormet did thee her memories strive,
Darkened did thee her love for man kind,
Hate doth she th evil kind.
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(Cambridge) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
From the collection of Poetry on humanity
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