Sambissar
Sambissar
Our souls dampen
with torture
And hopes dash in a
hurry
Like northern
watermelons
Crushed by a hundred
thousand cattle.
Our hearts beat in
fear louder than a
drum,
Louder than the
fierce noise of an
enraged mob -
Our flower has been
plucked before
blossom
With our
maiden-blood running
deep
Streaming deep into
the merciless earth
Our paths are
slippery with the
oil of confusion
The heart of our
mothers are sore
Like backs of the
herds man's flock
Beaten severally by
the narcissistic rod
We, who have been
cuddled in the cold
Now face the fierce
wrath of these
beasts;
We who still suckle
on our mothers'
breasts
Have been
sequester'd and
flung far in the
forests
The echo has
subsided far beyond
the continents
The revolt has
mingled with the
wind and vanished
The unfought battle
has been won, none
vanquished!
We have been
abandoned to our
fate!
The tabloids have
forsaken our plea
The maddened
competition stole
the day
With men all over
glued to the noisy
boxes
And children
everywhere
"hooraying" away
But our mothers
truly can never
forget us
The breast we have
suckled cry for our
return.
We bleed, we cry, we
mourn, we appeal,
Please, please,
Bring Back Our
Girls!
E. R. Chesterfield
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