He Poem by Bjorn Visser

He pushed her up, against the wall
He tore her dress, he ripped her soul
She felt his power
He sensed her fear
But what could she do?
No use to shed another tear
He forced himself upon her, she started giving in
He used his might, to take her life
Like he did, to many others.
He threw her down
Back to the floor, back in the cell
Of children, ripped and torn
He laughed his laugh
An over powering laugh
And pushed aside another
He kept these children here as pets
He kept her, as his lover.
Even though she resisted
Even though she screamed no,
He will have his way with her,
Then he turns away
To take the innocence
Of another