When they’d finished poisoning her mind,
And comparing her with womankind,
And filtering lies into her pure brain,
She’d never feel the same again.
They gagged her, bound her on her back,
And put her on a stretching rack,
But what’s more-
They judged her by the clothes she wore.

They took the powder from her face,
Removed her beauty- left no trace.
Told her she would never dominate,
And filled her head with thoughts of hate.
They chanted “whore” and “bitch” and “slag”;
And put her in a body bag.
But what’s more-
They judged her by the clothes she wore.

They questioned her morals and her ideals,
From racism to favourite meals,
They made her drink the foulest of brews,
And threatened her with the thumbscrews.
They cut her hair and slit her throat,
Took her dignity and right to vote,
But what’s more-
They judged her by the clothes she wore.

They fed her up ‘til she was fat,
Then in a reinforced chair she was sat,
They beat her and told her she was weak,
She didn’t have the strength to speak.
Then they laid her in a beautiful bed,
Kissed her cheek and left her for dead,
But what’s more-
They judged he by the clothes she wore.