The Blamed

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Around the corner, a city art the pathway to Noway.
There found a beauty, brilliant and calm,
down to earth, promising and sound,
A girl-child every mother would love to have for a child
forcefully sank into the ocean, against her will
Going deaf! already blinded in one eye!!
Only sixteen
Answering to the mischievous name, 'Harlot with a bastard child'

Standing with her tattered patch blue gown
Covered with a red top coat, against the cold
With the left at-alert eye, she peeped to heaven
“The sky, at gray-blue dawn,
It looks like a football field, greenish”
she thought

To and fro, as the sun sets,
Whilst chicks finds comfort at the bosom of the mother hen, the birds to the nest,
amidst her art her best, there she lays in the cave.
Left to the mercy of the danger within
Brim with the comfort of sucking mosquitoes, she grieves.
At break of dawn, she watches the sun rise,
As the birds sing melody, 'her soul beam with a smile'
Scornfully, two passersby, awfully on her, they mocked
Hahaha… behold the village after wine sweet meal...
Her tomorrow seems to promise no hope of a home

The future looks a cloudy dream
Where the ghost of her life speaks when it sees dim
It tries to tell her something, but what?
It has abandoned her to the ail vultures,
As the street lords had shifts on her
Now she is with a bastard child
Rejected by all the fathers, chased by all mothers, left alone to suffer
Without a comforter to her plea, soon cometh the deserted one

She'd hoped it'd been a dream and soon would be awakened by someone,
It turns it's real, she's with a child
But whose fault is it?
Hers, For being forcefully defiled?
The innocent soon to be born a bastard child?
Or...
The cruel young men who mercilessly against her will took her pride?
Also, don't you think we have a role to play in this?

Please let's say NO to rape

God bless your heart