FLAMING AGONY

Burning in flames,

The dailys and weeklys

With the cries of the innocents,

The tellys simulcasting the stamped extremities,

Of a soul, we call Women.

Crushed beneath the savage desires of the lousy men.

A girl, who once aimed of the skies,

How could have she known,

 Jeopardy awaited on her way back home.

That she’ll be served as a bait to the lust,

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