MR ‘RAPE-HER’
Yesternight you were
The devil wear —
ing a mask and a glove
Stealthily towards that house
Armed with iron and sharp metal blades
One. Two….wasn’t that your number six-
teen? You jumped shamelessly on innocent girls
And force your disdainful bestial rod
Into their cultured treasure garden –
Spilling evil stinkily-cursed seeds of hell
#2
You took cover in darkness
To commit your evil crime
And today, at dawn when we
Weep and our hearts bleed
from the evil that befell us in the
dark while the town was asleep
You are at the forefront — shedding
un-salty tears, roaring and chanting:
#SAY_NO_TO_RAPE
Idiot. Bastard. You think you are smart!
Look at your nose, that’s how close
Your nemesis is — I know, Haha!
#3
This won’t be your last
You shall strike again and
We’d seize you by the scrotum,
We’d spill your evil stinky seeds
And circumcise your disdainful rod
With a blade laced with red pepper
We’d feed your balls to the earthly worms
And watch you cry blood in broad daylight
Your death will be slow(er) and sour
Mr ‘Rape-Her’, your chicken will
Soon come home to roost.
This poem is dedicated to all the culprits of rape who still come here to cry foul and chant #SayNoToRapists. It’s a matter of time you’d be caught. Your death will be slow and sour. #End
