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Chris Jibero

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Wasted Paps of Youth


***** A tribute to the Delhi lady gang-raped.

Raw and brutish energy unspent
In plowing and reclaiming
The Sahara
But unleashed on a lush meadow
Whose hands and legs were pinned down
By heartless vices
Her teats bruised
By cruel tongues
Thighs grazed
By razor nails
Succulent lips that deserved passionate kisses
But were rather fouled and bitten
By carnivorous jackals
Hymen torn
By rudderless shafts
Fragile frame gored
Bashed and battered
Evil seeds planted
In uncooperative soil

Pain and grief are weeds
That devour her breasts
As a malignant cancer
Tears ruin her chubby cheeks
Like a deluge
Streams of blood vex her bruises
And wounds
Beads of sweat pour over them
As a balm providing no solace
And another paps of youth
Is poured out as libation
Unto the insatiable, ungrateful
And uncompromising earth
And the wild animals are hunted
Caught and caged
Being prepared fast to be served
The hangman's yawning noose.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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