She was alone when they came,
With their beastly aim,
Defiling a young dame,
As though she was theirs to claim.
Men with no shame,
Who cannot be made tame;
To them it was all a game,
Blowing off a burning flame.
On the floor she lay lame,
Her head, a battered frame,
Now everyone knows her name,
Give her life and take the fake fame.
Tell me who is to blame,
We protest, it stays the same;
This is a crime to declaim,
“No to misogyny,” we proclaim.
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