By Yshoo   

Today, I stand at candor’s peak

And yet, they all still look down on me

A prosecution of the persecuted, shall I witness

As Damocles’s sword hangs over my head

Today, I looked at the man who decides my fate

The courtroom’s god commenced the Judgement Day

“Do you plead guilty to murder?” He asks me now

I say I do without a shadow of doubt

Today, the toxic air of hypocrisy choked my conscience

The court was filled with a deafening silence

All of them knew, yet none of them could say

How the murderer of today was a victim of yesterday

Yesterday, the girl walked along a lonely street

It was after six, the sky was dark the skirt was slightly above knee

She walked along the lonely road,not a soul insight

But she heard the monster following her, with hunger in his eyes

She panicked, she ran but it was a futile chase

For when the moment was right the predator pounced and devoured his prey

She tried to run, she tried to fight

To the depths of terror her heart had sunk

But the girl was too weak for the hungry swine

And so she ended up a rag doll for the dirty drunk

Yesterday, the girl cried back home

The family was aghast on seeing her bloodstained clothes

They cried not for the pain, but for her lost virtue

For now they had to find her a secondhand groom

When she went to the court, they said it was her mistake

No one lighted candles for her at the India Gate

The rape was the headline of one day, history the next

An outrage on social media but no one bothered to check,

How her case was thrown out the door for it was her mistake

The skirt was disgustingly above knee, she shouldn’t have been out late

Yesterday, the girl realised she was all alone

She hunted for the predator,to liberate her soul

She walked along that lonely road, for she knew where he had been

The prey turned the predator , she doused him in gasoline

She lit a burning match and let the fire calm her fears

For the monster’s screams were melodies to her ears

Today, I told my story , now they listen to me

As i watch the tables turn, i mock the irony

The god looks at me with stern eyes, he asks “Do you repent?”

I gave my answer, they gave their verdict- it was a death sentence

Tomorrow, i walk to prison as a free woman.

The blatant irony makes me laugh.

Everyone knows why, but they dare not ask

For as Im charged with manslaughter, apparently justice is restored

But where was this justice when the monster butchered my soul?

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