We are the slit wrists

The ropes and the noose

We are lynched

Our guts hanging loose.

We are the victims

Of rape and abuse

We're six years old

Yet still we're seduced.

We are the old

The fragile, the weak

Yet still we are stabbed

For the coins we did keep.

We are the women

Who were hit so hard

Our wombs were destroyed

Our emotions were scarred.

We are the couple

Who were both male

Yet we were shunned

And our love fell stale.

We are the hurt

The people without hope

Our lives are over

Ours necks are to rope.

We are the murdered

We are the killed

We are the dead

We are The Chilled.