Justice is the cry of the earth, a poem by R. A. Jacob

Every man has a dark side,

Hidden in the dark,

How dark must be the darkness,

Of the people  who appear to be dark.

Wash yourself of all malice,

Wash yourself and be clean,

Wash and cleanse yourself,

In the blood of the lamb.

Christ will punish you for sure,

Even David was not spared,

Mills of God will grind you,

You shall not be spared.

I raise my hands to the Lord,

I raise my hands for sure,

Vengeance shall be attributed,

Vengeance and vengeance for sure.

May my prayer grow louder and louder,

May my prayer reach His ears,

May my God arise,

May He wipe all tears.

Every person is a god's  creation,

You have raped, molested and killed,

Vengeance is bound to happen,

Christ is still the king.

Earth is seeking for justice,

Blood is crying to the lord,

Dead are seeking for an answer,

Staring at the face of the lord.

Let lord arise,

Let Him judge the earth,

Plundered are the people for sure,

Justice is the cry of the earth.

R. A. Jacob

She is a woman

 She is a woman,

How much injustice,

Will, you  load on her,

Don't insult her every time.

She is human, 

Don't rob her of her rights,

Remember she is someone's daughter,

Treat her with dignity & pride.

In the name of religion you rape her,

Which religion do you profess,

A rapist has no religion,

It's a fact that you should understand.

At the time of partition, they raped her,

The city is not safe as you find,

Rapists are raping and killing,

The name of religion is maligned.

Why did she walk out after eight,

Moral policeman explains,

So you taught her a lesson,

It's she who has to be blamed.

My daughter, my wife, my sister,

This world has turned out to be a bane,

No one bothers, no one cares,

They blame, & stare at her 

It pains.

Maggie Pollock Hi Reginold A hard-hitting poem that pulls no punches and I agree with all you have written. Our world is becoming a horrendous place when inhuman men carry out such horrifying acts of cruelty. As you also write "Why did she walk out after eight?" Why shouldn't she be allowed to go out after eight? So often we hear the woman being blamed when people say it was her own fault. Utter rubbish. I have just posted a poem about a seventy-two-year-old nun being raped by five men. MEN? No, they are not men. They are inhuman and I hope they will be held accountable. I was utterly disgusted when I heard it on the news. ***** star for a hard-hitting truthful poem and hunners of hugs fae Maggie x Scotland 03/17/2015 7:37 PM

William Willis Hard-hitting words dear Reginold. Women and men should be equal in every walk of life. A powerful poem and I enjoyed its message. Wm. *****

They rape the mother, They kill her child

Where is India,

I can't find it,

They rape the mother,

They kill her child.

Women thy pain is eternal,

None can understand your plight,

Your seeds have turned against thee,

Men have turned out to be wild.

Shame on you mankind,

Shame on you every man,

You have shown your reality,

Every now and then.

Maybe we forgot to teach them,

Maybe our morals are low,

Maybe we teach just daughters,

Men just simply go.

I live in the rape capital,

Shame on you mankind,

You slap humanity,

A million times.

William Willis A hard-hitting poem Reginold. Sorry to hear that from your city. Terrible events that must be caught. Respect for others is taught in infancy. You are so right. 

Nishu Mathur Very sad and disturbing, Reginold. Warm regards India 06/11/2017 12:35 PM

Christine Shaw So terribly sad to hear of the continuing plight of women, not just in India but all over the world. How can you change the doctrine for many years? It will take both men and women to change attitudes, but I put the blame firmly on the male species while accepting that mothers have their part to play as well. Thought-provoking and hard-hitting. All good wishes 

Edwin Jepson Powerful, Sad, and upsetting Reginold , All Best Wishes to You,

Will daughter get justice

 Will daughter get justice,

What is justice all about, Have women ever got justice, What is it all about? Women have always been raped, And we speak of justice aloud, I think no justice can ever be given, When the person has left for clouds. Blood of Abel cried for justice, Blood always cries, Justice is an attribute of Christ, He always hears our cries. Don't worry when justice is denied, Don't worry when no one hears your cry, It's human to fail injustice, Justice is always denied. God cannot fail I tell you, He is in total command, He will bring forth justice, It is His royal command. Daughter of Hathras, I stand with you, I raise your case on high, I tell you he hears my cry.

Save the girl child, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Save the girl child

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Save the daughter, but from whom,

From acid, from rapists or evil eyes,

Tell me, can you save your daughter,

Do you feel secure?

Wolves are always on the prowl,

Nobody in our land is secure,

Should we save her from abortion,

Can you promise her life secure?

Laws are not so stringent,

Money turns every door,

Provisions of Law are misapplied,

Justice turns into a whore.

Raped and burnt alive,

See the victims plight.

You call it life, is this life,

And you say to save the girl child.

Where is mother India

Where is mother India,
When you slap her in her home,
Where is mother India,
When you insult her to the core.

Where is mother India,
When you beat her with rods,
Where is mother India,
When you killed her in the womb.

Where is mother India,
When you burn her alive,
Be it on his pyre,
Be it dowry disguise.

Where is mother India,
When she is raped,
Where is mother India,
When no Voice is raised.

She is the woman,who lives next door,
She's the lady who opens for you the door,
If you can respect them,
You have honoured mother India for sure.

R. A. Jacob

Unnao rape survivor If raped by politicians

If raped by politicians

a poem by R.A. Jacob

If raped by politicians,
Do not raise your voice,
They will kill your father in custody,
Put your relatives on trial.

The truck will lose control,
Hit your car head-on,
Everyone will go scotch free,
You too would be gone.

Mind you they are not Baba,
Who will, in prison, land,
They are the royal rulers,
If only you can understand.

When it comes to teachers
We want a hundred laws,
When it comes to elections,
We need no laws.

Even criminals can fight elections,
What a wonderful land,
Neither could I understand it,
Nor would you understand.

R.A.Jacob