R-A-P-E-D
Raped, violated, her pain goes on,
Another day in her life, she can't move on,
People's, sick, twisted minds, don't care about the innocent they leave behind.
Each night as she tries to fall asleep, the rape goes on, she continues to weep.
Do not tell her, the laws protect the weak, the RAPIST, still out there; on the streets.
~Mary A. Eaton~
(c) 2009
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