Desecrated, violated, penetrated
The innocence once consecrated
Phallic weapons making men feel tall
As they prey upon those they see as small
Flashing images burnt into minds
As they long to go back to more harmless times
All are now threats
Claiming fictional debts
As fruit meant for taking
But the ground they are raking
Another soul’s land
As they try to stand
On their own two feet
But all the eyes they meet
Seem to know what was done
To that damaged one
Walking a grey line
As hounds shout out “Fine
Sexy, gorgeous”
No beauty to these words
These bullets just hurt
Pulling at skin
As they act on these sins
On these victims they take turns
Victims preying their souls will burn
The price of being female