Once in eight-ten years, every now and then
A name becomes the name for a revolution
The life behind the name lie still, a lifeless massacred blob of rotten flesh
Self-claimed intellectuals and activists masturbate to the idea of a revolution
Months go by, and as they say, time they say is a great healer
So much so that, the revolution is forgotten and healed in the need for newer news
Revolutions today are as short-lived and fickle-minded as the breaking news
Until a decade later, another name rises from the ashes, and the same cycle repeats, all over again
A woman is raped in this country every seventeen minutes, three lakh women in ten years
One name becomes the reason for candle-light marches and social media hashtags
But, who gives a fuck about the other two lakh ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine women?
Do you want to know the filthy truth?
No one, no man, no woman, no one in a country of a billion, except the ones who lost their own
Some are lost in space-stricken thin columns of forgotten newspapers, a lot more, lost in the dark alleys of anonymity
And yet women want women to believe, it's a battle every woman is fighting for another woman
Men have raped women while women have watched men rape women
Every time a woman has kept quiet, every time a woman has chosen to unsee, every time a woman has pretended like it was nothing
A woman has wronged a woman, a woman has raped a woman
Men have raped women for years, decades, and centuries in this country
Every time a voice has spoken out the uncomfortable truth, they were labelled government-approved anti-nationals
Every time a man has crawled on the skin of a woman like a lust-stricken leech
Every time a daughter, a mother, a sister, a wife in this country has had her skin measured in the sick eyes and fragile ideas of masculinity of pervert men
Governments have blamed the women, and oppositions have blamed the governments
And yet the governments of today and the governments of yesterday want you to believe rape is not political
Men are assholes, men are sick bastards
Men are what pieces of shit would look like if they were living and breathing
Every man who's cat-called
Every man who's breached consent
Every man who's slipped his hands in unwelcome spaces
Every man who's pulled out their penises watching hints of cleavages
Every man who's defended these men, pretended like it was a woman's overthinking
Each and every one of them, every last one of them, has raped a woman
My insides burn with the fury of hell
When will we have had enough?
When will we finally keep aside our agendas and gains and politics and faith systems?
When will we act human for the sake of this fucking species?
You know what scares me the most?
The answer might be "NEVER"
