Why...?
The question fell from her lips?
The question fell on deaf ears.
Why she covered in thick red blood?
Nobody seemed to care.
Why were her clothes tattered and dirty?
No one thought to question it.
Why was a waterfall of tears cascading down her face?
Nobody wanted to know.
Why did no one run to her aid?
She was the only one who asked that.
Why was he let go without a scratch upon him?
If someone questioned it they didn't admit it.
Why? Why? Why? WHY?
At scream on her lips and she cried.
Why was there no justice?
Why did these people have no morals?
Why did it have to happen to her?
Why... did they let him do it?
A/N
It's hard to write a subtle poem about rape where you can see the message but it is not horrifyingly graphic.
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Zeals
General FictionZeals are short pieces of literature or art left in oragami form in public spaces. I have joined a school club where each week we meet and write and create zeals. Hopefully I will publish at least one zeal a week. Btw I could be spelling Zeal wrong...
