Victim

She was send not late but early,
The sun was the witness,
The road that had no single tree,
But wolves and hyenas were watching,
The wolves that were ready to eat,
To eat the immature honey,
Her mistake was being obedient,
The hyena were approaching,
In the broad light she was defiled,
The damage that can never be changed or erased ,
The tears that can never restore her virginity,
Just like other victims,who will believe her?
Who will believe her story,
The blood spots,
Her torn dress,
The signs,she was send to buy salt,
Victim but who will believe her story and feel sorry,
She was left to sink in her tears,
As the wolves and hyenas celebrated with cheers,
Dramatized and confused she was,
But who will believe?
She was a victim,
Like other victims who will believe her?
Victim