STALKER

He had the audacity,
To touch where he was forsworn,
He’d grin, he’d chortle praising his
Irresistible charm,

He believed that women who
glanced at him were sending an invitation
For something that he’s mind was rooted,
He’d entrench; he’d reach out at every skirt
That swung by, he had no particularity,

To him a woman was an object for pleasure,
A place for adventure
A toy to fondle and drop when bored,
Like a cat, he’d lark about,
He’d then have his way,
It didn’t matter how,

Consent was a novel concept to him, when
He longed for a woman’s taste, he’d shut he’s mind from
Hearing the perpetual rejection, he’d simply snub
And have his way,

Sexual violence needs to cease,
It might seem like a game to you,
But it’s hell to the victims. Stand against
Sexual violence, side with humanity.

Muzamir