In the land of majestic Ladies,
Sits a woman with looks of despair,
Head kneel down to the ground,
Arms stuck vertically up in the air,
Wishing her life would turn around,
Sick of the rape, torture, killings that made her flee,
Sick of the soldiers, who violate her soul,
Sick of the dust were these crimes glare,
Sick of the unpleasant memories awaits her sleep,
Sick of the devils rejects “kin” who excel her grief,
Sick of the world who keep their gap,
Sick of the pain these scares bring,
Wishing it would just downpour, so she could drown her sore,
If rain doesn’t do justice sepulcher will shut forever,
She can feel the end is near; she has cried her last tier!
The land of Majestic ladies will rise again!
Sadiq Abdullahi Abdirahman,
sabdira@gmail.com
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