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There was a girl, humble as all could see
A girl of ten, a tender and a mild young one
Cute and charm, as God made her be
She is always cheerful, plays and run
But she was neither modern nor traditional
She never wore t-shirts or jeans, it seems good
Her way of dressing was always unconditional
She had covered parts of her body, as she could
She lived in a good family, a joint family
Loved by all, friends and neighbours alike
They lived by a rule, the rule or morality
They taught her to be good and what’s it like
She was loved by most and most adored
But also many did saw her with lust
Came towards her, with an abusive word
Making them, a little hard to trust
Now she’s afraid, frightened to go outside
Feeling insecure, feeling unconfident
All those words, all that they had eyed
Made her to tears, all these judgment
And there came one day, a disgraceful day
The day that these lustful people had came
The day that her family had faded away
Into nothing but, blood-filled bodies into flame
There she was in their hand, being torn to pieces
As if a piece of meat, a toy for them to play
Nobody bothered if she cries and pleases
Until now, it was just the same, a regular day
They tore off her dress, her pride along with it
They kissed, bit, touched and did many things
Her purity is gone; she was damned into the pit
Against Mother Nature’s will, their lustful stings
They’ve satisfied their lust, their ugly desires
Lust and greed took the best of them
Now she too could be thrown into the fires
But never are they, put into condemn
Her age was not the problem
Her way of dressing was not the problem
Her family was not the problem
Her body too was not the problem
How cruel they are? Are they really mature or grown?
To do this to a girl, the age of their daughter
What if that girl was one of their own?
Is she too, a piece of meat for them to slaughter
So what is truly the problem with them?
To hunt babies, girls; both young and old,
Wives and mothers, they would come
Their heart is indeed dead and filled with cold
But no, they won’t be killed, never punish
High officials won’t let it, won’t dispose
Why do they have to keep up their rubbish?
To keep these kinds of people really close
Are they your sheep and you their shepherd?
To keep them and fed them, make them rougher
Yes, keep these goons with you, your herd
And let the common people take the suffer
Remember that you too have girls in your house
Maybe the same age or maybe more or less
They too may one day fall, on to the wrong louse
It’s better to get rid of them, these dark and distress
Murdered, goons and thieves, and rapists alike
They must never be given a second chance
Cause their second chance, maybe the last strike
For someone, heaven or hell will be their last advance
These are snakes, more poisonous than ever
They are deadly, never should be given to live again
If the officials can never do anything, don’t bother
Let the people decide what to do with this dirt stain
It’s better to get rid of these lustful emotions
And live a life more soothing and happy to all
And we have to love, everyone with devotions
Cause all us people are one, and one for all
