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Kavya ...


Demons not Humans!


The New Delhi rape incident that happened
Has left the entire world shaken
What is happening around
Where have the good people gone that once did surround

Where is God, has He closed His eyes?
Allowing wicked people to wander freely
Turning His back towards innocent bodies
Leaving them in freezing ice!

If this is how human beings are
Where men and women are not treated at par
I do not want to be a human being any more
I would like to be reborn as an animal with legs four

Animals are really more faithful than humans
Who do attack but only at times you trouble them
They definitely are more humble and gentle
And do not ever act like demons!

Submitted: Friday, January 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 04, 2013

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