Crushed to pieces,
by hatred incarnate,
a girl of Sixteen lies in a London hospital bed,
raped by many who will never know better.
Alone with no hope or peace,
A world fragmented by instant gratification,
Unleashes violence against the innocent,
and reaps never ending sorrow.
In the wind it blows hot and cold,
stirs my heart, so it does.
I ought to be quiet,
and say no more,
about a young girls rape,
but don’t you see,
her life is in ruins.
If love is eternal let it be with you now,
do not be afraid of the dark,
I pray that God will comfort you and bless you.