CRUSHED ROSES

They are the crushed roses,
Crushed before blooming.
They are the victims of
The ghastly acts of few men
Who have lost their senses.
They are the victims,
But they are the survivors!?
They need our help.
They never had the chance to speak,
They never got justice,
They never had the chance to heal.
It is not their fault,
Still, they are the sufferers.
They are like any one of us
But, they are the victims.
Allow them to speak
Listen to them, don’t judge
Give them comfort, offer shelter
Help them to seek justice
Help them to come out of their nightmare.
That is the least we can do for them.
They are raped.
It is not their fault,
They have to live
They are the survivors!?