A Brutal Death

Her parents were waiting in the mortuary,
To get her body after autopsy;

Her mother was wailing striking her chest,
Her father wept silently hiding his regret;

A tee and a long skirt were shown,
To see if those were the clothes she worn;

When her mother saw the blood stained skirt,
She cried aloud with all her strength and did faint;

That was something no mother can bear,
Her moan and whine, the whole premises did hear;

Their daughter's body was brought,
She was like a flower crushed while extant;

Her face was full of bruises,
Beaten and bitten for bliss;

The injuries revealed the brutal death of the child,
Ravished for pleasure by a rabid fiend;

What punishment can he be given,
For voraciously raping the preteen?

What can equalize her parents loss,
Sentencing him to death by laws?

What can comfort her parents,
From the life long bitterness and torment?