Pain, they recieve.
Endless, it's hell
After all they do.
Stones and tears, sweet sorrow.
His sights meet skin,
Stone meet hers.
Bruises, cuts, blood,
Her misery.
All her giving, she doesn't deserve this.
What has she done for torture?
They deserve respect, equality.
He doesn't see it, none of them do.
Why does this happen?
What is he thinking as she cowers in fear?
One day, some day,
Her day will come,
Freedom shall befall her,
Happiness will cross her mind.
Tranquility, peace, resurrection.
No more stones, never again.
The Holy day will come,
Until then,
Stones shall remain controlling.