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