No Chance of Escape
Boko Haram came last night,
to steal a lamb for slaughter.
And began to fondle me,
my father lost his daughter.
As rough hands stripped me naked,
fingers probed private places.
And men without modesty,
took pains to hide their faces.
Chains shackled to my ankles,
my head's covered with a sack.
And I was dragged to a truck,
with hands tied behind my back.
For hours I'm raped and beaten,
along with others in pain.
Then I'm driven to their camp,
where they ravage me again.
Tomorrow, I will be sold
as a sex slave to a man.
And with no chance of escape,
I'll survive the best I can.
(Quatrain)
6/4/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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