Eight men squatting  her body

tearing up her silk linen  blouse,

She screamed until word fades in her mouth.

She fought back but no energy left in her,

she felt like a piece of trash dumped in a dumpster.

They were ripping every bit leaving her breathless

She was their prey and they were hunters; nevertheless

hunting her and haunting her at the same time.

The pain was excruciating but she didn’t stop resisting

They looked at her mockingly, spitting at her laughing vigorously,

telling her, her right place, “My foot”.

 He shouted stamping his foot,

They raised their hands, Victory sign it was,

They conquered her and left her in eternal despair..