Statues on the road moved that day
A miracle I'd say.
They unmasked the facade
Of so called posh stroll of pleasure on wheels.
Behind dark windows.
Tanked deep, went viral.
Intellectual them said, hypocrites I tell you,
His human rights had been compromised
Birds of a feather flock together
"Aww, poor guy, misunderstood
Trapped over treacherous so called victim
Ripping fabrics for self defense perhaps?
Whatever, none should get third degree without trial."

Simple logic of "dumb" statues-
He saw her as commodity
One plaything to break
A body of flesh to pounce on.
Fair enough.
Those so called brutes so
Perceived him as inanimate object
A punchbag to hit,
A football to kick.
A nasty disease to set red alert for.

Human rights unaffected.