Bullets bring bitter ends to babbling boys
Too twisted by teenage recklessness to realize the reality of rape
And its critically cruel consequences

If only their bloody corpses were not the beginning of dreary captivity
For those who judged justice a fitting response
If only beloved brothers did not suffer
For protecting the weak and weary
If only sisters listened when warned about weekends alone
With almost strangers laughing at the ludicrous protection of flimsy locks

Then beauty would not be squandered
Families would stay together
And hopeless horny teenagers wouldn’t have to learn to scream and duck