The Rapist’s Song

Down where the river ends,

Dragged you home to feed myself.

Little lass all roped and tied,

Couldn’t hold in the jolt of mine,

Though I doubt if I ever should.

Like a little caged bird,

Clipped wings, and roped curves.

How you screeched that night!

Whilst I forced myself between your stumps.

Found myself a gem at the river’s rush.

Your cries soothing down my spine,

Seen slaves shiver a billion times.

Taught me the creed of our kind-

‘Know my place and my power.’

Coulda remember those childhood lines.

And yes, I have no fear.

You’ll be done in some time,

Tragedies often disappear.

A case, a headline, that’s all it’ll ever be.

Say, it's your fault to begin with!

As for me, I’ll be out and well,

Monstrosity born in a greater sect.

Jury will judge me by my birth,

Society must forgive and forget.

It’s all a part of a flourishing facade!

Ofcourse, in the wake of your demise,

Streets will be throwing tantrums-

Burning effigies, raging emotions,

But the silence settles life.

Everything will be silenced.

Condoned, I’ll visit the ailing river,

Reach out your ears, I’m sayin’-

“O’ World! Thou rejoice her pain!

Smell of her old blood and her scent,

Down where the river ends.”