One more girl was consigned to flames
before her time
before her dreams realised.
Her tribe is God in human form
treating, nursing, giving succour
to countless sick and dying.
Oblivious to her own comfort ,
the inhumanly long hours at work.
or the potential danger lurking
at every nook and corner of the
supposedly safe hospital.
She had chosen this field,
had stars in her eyes.
No complaints, no demands,
only a little space to lay her tired limbs
after thirty six grueling hours...
safe, secure, her very own.
The night was darker than normal.
Quiter than usual.
Its darkness and eerie silence
was penetrated by blood-chilling screams.
What madness, what demonic dance of
lust and unbridled lasciviousness?
How many were they?
How many beastly creatures
tore her body apart?
She fought with all her might.
They broke not just her limbs
but her spirits too.
It was horror, most unspeakable.
Humanity at its nadir.
No one heard her last screams
before everything went still.
A few stray dogs moaned
in the street below,
didn't want these new beasts
to tarnish their reputation.
Beasts don't shame and kill their own.
They have some modicum
of decency.
Boys will not be boys.
Teach your darlings,
oh mothers of boys
that it is not ok to treat girls
as playthings, as objects of desire.
Instead of the lewd male gaze,
respect and equality are
what women deserve
and they will snatch it
if men don't give it to them
on a platter.
