Arti Chopra

(16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

WHEN WILL IT HAPPEN


The lowest of the low
Turn to rape

Animal like insanity
A dirty profanity
No love for humanity
The lowest of the low
Turn to rape

Power for a moment
Power by subjugation
Power by humiliation
Power by degradation
Only the lowest of the low
Turn to rape

When will woman be revered
When will the law be really feared
When will safety be adhered

It's the lowest of the low
Who turn to rape

Rise and punish them severely
Make them pay really dearly
Make them repent hourly, yearly
Its lowest of the low
Who turn to rape

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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Written in response to the rape of a young journalist in Mumbai

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