Every time I hear of
A brutal ravishing
Levied upon a flowering bud
Something breaks, something shakes
Within me too
Deep down in the heart of hearts
The angst within my soul
Then bleeds down
The deep bloody red
On the paper helding my
Repressed yet versed pain
The flow from my dripping rosy eyes
Being an ideal ink
Keeps my hand running

This time writing the fiery rage
And the paralyzing pain as well

The rage on the system
With a broken spine
The rage on the justice denied,
The rage on the victim vilified,
The rage on the dead warrior,
The rage on the unjust pyre.

And the pain...the pain…
Of my helpless stage I hold,
The pain of a lip mum,
The pain of repressed numb,
The pain of an equally brutal
Blood bath, an apprehension.

For I saw not one
But many instances in the past
Their shadowy image in the future
Is an ominous apprehension
Apprehension of those burnt dreams
Apprehension of the burst illusion
I as a girl lives in/ on

For the world is tongue tied
Tongueless thou departed.
Tongueless we are,
Then Tongueless, now Tongueless,
Will be Tongueless.
Tongueless we are!!
But for how long??