It chilled my soul,
cos I could see their goal,
dominating women,
and then,
push them into dark corners
make their lives more onerous
beat them black and blue
tell them what to do,
while they gloat and glower
and boasting of their power
boiling their own souls.
———-
It chilled my soul,
cos I saw the ugly foul
staining and spreading
when a man a child weds.
I am lost for words, as their
evil beds
are places for children’s terror,
violation and horror.
—
It chills me still when I stop and think
of the millions of girls on the brink
of all the good that God has given them
to find it stolen by a knife
by women, by life,
by their family,
to grimly live with the hurt,
to satisfy the lust of a pervert.
——
Yet, good men suffer too,
as they stand up against you,
as they feel your shame,
and call out your name,
place the blame,
of your monstrous sinning,
knowing that God is hearing
to the weeping of girls and women.
