Troubled Water

TROUBLED WATER Let her go! Let her go!! For the sake of the crying breast Milking dropping to the cruel earth Let her go! Let her go!! Let her go!!! For the children's songs need to calm her, Troubled not her ears till her beads is gathered Together, fear is the old friend of humiliation of Womanhood. What has she done in this season of joy? What makes her bleeds profoundly when her Days are still young among the widows? Treat her gentlely for tomorrow holds her dreams, Speak to the air and he would understand your stand. Tradition must not be a torment to womanhood. Culture has been made to be an enemy to women, If the great stone had been turned dead It is not of her making rather it is of the god . He chose to tread in that path where demons Feast in blood and later thrust the blame to humanity. Let the lion go, for the living dogs can act as one. Don't push her left and right like A water pured on the ground, Stir not her feelings and emotions For grace abide gently in her bosom. You have no mighty reason to make her Life a troubled water for her advocacy is her. Let her go! Let her go!! In her lies the future.