of all the things that life had given me
still, i felt my heart brimming with discontent
there was a hole somewhere inside me
that no one could seem to fill
so i asked God to mould me a child
He blessed me with a girl
well, they raped her, chopped her like butchery meat,
her beautiful eyes poked out,
her soft cheeks sliced
i cried myself to sleep every night
i asked God to mould me yet another child
He gave me a boy
well, he mugged and raped pensioners
on their way home from church,
pushed drugs round some street corner
doping scholars to stupor,
vaunting them to becalm the daily babel
and found him the following day bullet-riddled and lifeless
so tonight i kneel once again
asking nothing for myself
but praying for humanity for every soul that lives on earth
Stella Sisanda Qishi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-misery/
