I can almost touch the horror
Hanging over your hospital bed
From where I stand rage chokes my composure
I can see your tender terrorized innocence
Your tormented virgin soul
Your confounded conscience
And your blistered esteem…
Your ordeal eludes my understanding
And I seem not to reason why…
Why your predicament could not be averted
Yet you tried to say it in word and manner
But you were ignored because you were just a child
And children can say some outrageous things…
Like feigning defilement by a kin or a neighbour
They shut you up child but I will speak on your behalf
Till these ogres are hanged on the nearest lamp post