Abuse! ! Poem by Shankaran Kutty

I picked up the newspaper
And it jumped out in letters bold
Of a story so repugnant
Yet it has to be told

In the city of Kochi
A city so vibrant and cool
A five year old little angel
Was in a rickshaw being dropped to school

One day she told her mother
“Amma, in rickshaw I wont go”
But her busy parents just took it
As an excuse, at least they thought so

But the poor child fell sick
And her temperature suddenly rose
As to the hospital they suddenly rushed
She was struggling through painful throes

The doctor who treated the little one
Was shocked to find her bruised
In her most tender, personal area
She clearly had been abused

As then they asked the little one
Unravelled a gruesome story
Of the rickshaw driver raping her
In an act so brutal and gory

He has been put behind bars
But his sin, will that reverse?
What punishment can be sufficient
For an animal with thoughts so perverse

With an angel so sweet and tiny
What pleasures could he have sought?
And by taking away her greatest treasure
What pleasure would he have got?

She was at an age when fills her life
Chocolates, dolls and ice creams
Regales her parents with naughtiness
And sweet thoughts fills her dreams

What turns a normal human
Into an animal so cruel and vile
How could he think of violating her
After seeing her cherubic smile

Didn’t he think of his mother?
Or have daughters of his own?
What quirk of fate created him
Or are they like this when born?

What libido caused him to see
An object of sex, in a girl of five?
She would have been better off dead
That be suffering thus, and being alive

As the father of two teenage girls
I really feel thankful now
That the Lord in his infinite grace
Has brought them safe, so far, somehow

Yet my Lord, the creator of all
This question I must ask of thee
In creating this human beast
What good to the world did you see

He is evil even to evil
As beastly as a beast can be
Please rid the world of these fiends
My Lord, is my prayer to thee.