Overwhelmingly imprudent
Is this the feeling we get
when people get killed or pestered
while on a pilgrimage
shattering families, tarnishing holy image.
But their lives were not lost
A telling success recalled at every opportunity they got
Holy land visited with money
bribery begot
Back home the son senses scope
To plunge in sins
Festivity turns the swine on
The victim
a menacing beauty in her twenties
otherwise self-obsessed
yields herself passionately
as raging hormones overrun to fuel
yet another abortion.
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