They grab at her
They pull her down
Rip off the cover
Slice her gown
No boundries left
All peeled away
She sobs so softly
But still will stay
Every night the sound is hear
Through city and the street
Quietly she prays above
Why did they have to meet
Like sand in an hour glass
Her time is almost up
But ignorant they feel at her
To fill their bloody cup
Submitted: March 07, 2012
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