The Sad Teen Poem by maas weerabangsa

THE SAD TEEN

The village beauty at the age of four plus ten,
Was raped and ravaged by vile and sordid men;
Deserted by her parents kith and kin,
As none would like to be part of her sin.

With no fixed abode she roams the streets,
Seeking a helping hand from whoever she meets;
A tender flower with no chance to bloom,
A cruel past no present and her future in doom.

Work she finds at least to get herself fed,
Alas her master once more ravages her in bed;
Like her past with none to comfort her,
She takes to the streets like a beaten cur.

Days go by hunger make her destitute,
With no option she's forced to be a prostitute;
A damned profession as old as time could be,
She sells her ware and yet has it for a paltry fee.

Aloof she carries a bold but shameless face,
With not even a minute fraction of grace;
As lustful males caress her with carnal bliss,
With abhorrence she receives men like this.

To condemn her how quick we are the human lot,
Not giving a chance to a girl that society forgot;
Cruel fate drove her to this life of a harlot,
A day of her life surely would turn you pink and scarlet.

Like all other maidens she craves to be free,
While some humans crave her body for a fee;
Oh, God have pity on her soul I pray to thee,
As humanity is blind though they have eyes to see.

To understand this sad girl's plight do please try,
Who forced to this life when, where and why;
She has become a zombie unable even to cry,
As she awaits blissful death to come by.

She makes a plea with hands raised to the skies,
With a wan face silently sad and not so nice;
She offers a prayer to the lord who's in a heavenly place,
For salvation from her cruel fate with languished grace.