Walk,
Road ahead,
The leering hyenas (rapists) waiting,
To taste a piece of meat (human flesh),
They are thirsty,
Rolling tongues,
I can see.

A nasty stare,
At my body,
I feel so dirty.

Taking a step,
I walk back,
Are they coming for me?

Fear,
Strikes my heart,
Run, run
All I hear.

I try my best,
To run away,
But those weak legs,
Give away,
I fall down.

I lost my sense,
They have conquered me,
They throw water at my face,
I open my eyes,
To see their face,
Are they humans or a pack of wolves?
I ask myself.

Celebrations have begun,
I am lying on the ground,
Nowhere to run,

I plea,
To let me go,
I scream,
However,
To no avail,
They took off my shirt,
Naked I Lie,
At their hands,

They taste my flesh,
Taking turns,
Again and again,
While I lie,
Tasting my tears salty taste,
Drops of blood,
Oozing out from my flesh,
They take a bloodbath,
At my expense,

Just before,
I close my eyes,
I see the moon shining bright,
While the stars calling me from behind.

(O! Maniacally perverted men please do not rape.)