The Scourge Poem by Sajee Rayaroth

She's desolated,
Torn and thrown
In the streets
As a naked truth of savage
At the face of a putrid society.

She was a daughter yesterday,
Today she's a victim of lust,
Torn and thrown
As a symbol of shame
That we all bear as humans.

She had dreams yesterday,
Today she's struggling for life
Her dreams had changed into
Wilderness in a night,
Torn and thrown forever.

She was a lover yesterday,
Today she's a numb patient
With flashing images of madness,
The pain they inflicted
Before turning her into carcass.

She will never tread
Through the streets again,
And will never board another bus,
She will never stand bold
In front of this sick society.

In a land where Freedom
Decides one's destiny
In a land where the Laws
Are for the rich and powerful,
In a land where safety
Means ignoble to common public.

She's another name
Soon will be forgotten,
She's another victim
Soon will disappear from our minds,
She'll live with those scars of disgrace
Forever as a symbol of contempt.