The serpents have committed their monstrous task.
At the victim’s condition tender humankind screams in fear.
She was only a girl and to be a girl was a fault… Oh, why was she a girl?
Horror-stricken faces linger by my side. I close my eyes at this sight.
My blood boils with rage, redress for wrong is awaited.
A fellow being that I am, my conscience weeps with rage.
The sinners emerge from the skin, and for the skin… ah, I tremble to think.
For lust, from humans such cruel animals do they become.
I pray but only for the hooligans to be adopted by none but Lucifer.
May they rot in hell if there is such a place, but vanish must they from earth.
The scoundrels, the brutes, the shameless inhumane deserves no life!
For they have blackened the hearts’ of a billion.
The Ministers are but just an object of mockery.
No thought do they have of their own mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives.
Oh, we have our lawmakers; a new scheme is on offer for you:
Equip yourself with armor, and remain enclosed in the darkness of your rooms,
Or carry chili powder with you and flung it across when need be.
For you are the prey, and these are the lawmakers’ decisions to protect your modesty.
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