Untitled (Rape)

They concealed her in a temple,
Where they raped and rumble.

Everytime she led out a cry,
State of her's was getting much more in wry.

That frozen body and soul so chilled,
Was of an eight year old who was frilled.

The story remains the same of a female dying,
Either in the womb or on the earth after crying.

Though temples and religion are all man made,
But body and soul are created by the God so great.

The culprits are still set free,
Just because of some corrupted spree.

Those candle marches were all for attention,
No party dares, for a law to sanction.

Protests and fights are still going on,
But not to express any kind of mourn.

The innocent died,
With fake future so bright.
And left the world,
In an ugly tide.