Sure,Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.
But the beholder may not always be capable of beholding the innocence of beauty!
Vicious cachinnate drenched the air
Intoxicated,her body bare
The cacodaemons hovered over her
while the cars raced ahead in a blur
Those who stopped,
stood and watched..
She abused, rampageous !
the the demons mused,glorious!
The more the cameraman filmed,
the more his virtue shrinked.
Not once did the reporter intervene
Rather,showed to the world what he had seen..
TRP was high,profit was forked
The passers by,her screams that echoed
All broadcasted on national television
like porn,with no aversion..
They say she should live to fight
That girl who had been modified into a sight
for all to see.
But why should she be?
To file a suit that will go on for ages?
To identify the animals the police cages?
to relive the memory if ever it stales,
as the attorney pushes for intricate details?
She perpetrated no wrong
yet her life is still water
her soul misses it’s jovial laughter
her heart misses it’s relishing song..