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This poem is an attempt to break all misconceptions, prejudices, bias and taboo surrounding the victims of rape.
Let us look at the unfortunate victims of assault and rape with love, respect and dignity like all human beings deserve. Rape is all about power and has nothing to do with lust or sex. It is an act of violence and control where sex is the weapon or an incidental bonus.
Trigger warning: This post contains explicit descriptions of rape and other crime against women that could be disturbing for some readers.
There in the dark shadows,
Lurked a demon slayer
Watching with his daunting eyes,
For the next prey in his commanding sight,
Not to fulfil his lust for sex,
But to ascertain his authority and power.
He got a kick from their shrieks and cries,
A high from the blood gushing out of the victim’s core,
He knew he could devour anyone and anybody,
The world was at his feet,
And He was its evil Master!
Í see that girl,
Walking towards me,
With her seductive hips swaying like a mesmerising snake,
She brings out the beast in me,
At the threshold of her puberty.
She needs to know who is the Lord!
A lesson she needs to be taught.
I shall drink from the fountain of her youth,
And devour every air of supremacy in her being.
I will kill her soul,
and leave her scarred and shamed for life,
Death be upon her,
Lest she resists!
Her sexy school uniform will be faulted,
And the gutless Society will not have her back.
Either ways she is damned,
She has no option but to surrender
To the Man!
That woman in her prime,
A mother of two and a free soul, I see!
Didn’t anyone tell her the streets are not to be explored at night?
She should be caged in her home,
Like good women should be!
Loosely prancing around in her body hugging shirt and a short skirt,
What does she think!
She can get away with this?
The demon slayer is here to the rescue,
This world is mine and everyone succumbs to me.
I will strip her of her pride and arrogance,
And that confidence that is repulsive to me.
She will be left stark naked,
And touched in places where she never has been
Handcuffed, blind folded and gagged,
Iron rods and acid to the quick rescue.
This will teach her a fitting lesson,
To know and be in her proper place,
Before she thinks of venturing out again,
Like a demon that corrupts everyone around her,
With her unholy presence and being.
There she strolled by,
A vision in black
Covered from head to toe,
Her hazel eyes peeking slyly,
From her downward tilted head,
She has been brought up right, I see
What is she like underneath?
I wonder and smile!
An intriguing mystery waiting to be explored….
Yes! She is not asking for it,
But the world is mine,
And she is my slave.
My command is her wish,
The Burkha goes flying out the window,
When she is with me,
My every whim is her calling,
My dark desire is her taking.
For the good woman finds her place
At the Lord’s feet.
All her demons slayed and put to quiet rest forever!
Oh that boy,
So tender, so fine,
His innocence lush and untouched,
The forbidden fruit –
Oh! so inviting and so tempting!
“If I cannot have him, no one will,”
I proudly declared.
“Either he loses his boyhood to me,
Or I shall slay him for the vultures to feast upon!”
He plays so gleefully,
Hopping on the streets with a little twig,
I see no fear in his eyes,
I see big dreams and hopes,
I see vulnerability that is waiting to be broken and shattered,
I was this boy once upon a time,
And I was touched like he is about to be,
I was never the same again,
And so shall he!
He will be stripped off his naïveté,
And will cry and beg for me…
To stop.
But I won’t.
I will keep going after him,
Till one day, he begs for more.
That is the day,
He will carry forward my legacy,
He will be the Lord of all Lords,
The righteous demon slayer,
The moral keeper of the prudish society.
For her dress and her being,
is her own undoing.
Asking for it from the Lord,
Her eyes begging me,
“Undress Me!
For I am all yours…..
Yours for the taking.
Your slave for tonight and every!
Undress Me!”
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