Give Her the Sword, Give Her the Gun

A face and limbs,
Just like any other
A curve here, a curve there
Too young even for that


Looking around in wonder
Assessing the world
A friendly smile,
You win her trust

Unaware of it
Hiding your lust
Ambushed, kidnapped,
Shorn of any respect

Ravaged and battered
She lies
Too late,
To even realise

Behind that laugh
A demon hides
That rapes
And leaves her to die

Even in her death
There is debate
Who was she?
You deliberate

Should her identity
Really matter?
A woman wronged,
Now stop, don't dither

Fight till every woman is safe
Be angry with every man who rapes
Don't shut her to keep her safe
Chain the hands that grasp instead

Give her the sword,
Give her the gun
Give her fire
That she may burn

Anyone who casts
A lustful look
To take her forcibly
Without her consent.