It all started that night, on a lonely deserted lane,
A girl lay unconscious, semi-naked and in pain
The police was called, the people were informed
This was the day, her life headed for a storm
The media thought, what should we call her they asked
They came up with a name,
"The girl who was harassed"
She wanted peace, somewhere away from the voices
She had a way for that, but she can't avoid her own inner noises
Or could she? She thought and a way she planned
To end all the suffering, herself she hanged
Candles were burned, slogans were made
All a little too late, for in her grave she now laid
The revolution soon died, all the posters were stashed
She was forgotten again,
The girl who was harassed.
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