Somewhere in the middle of a war zone
Suddenly the winds bring news of a season’s cold
In the sequence of events as they unfold
Is the story of a woman and her newborn untold
The stars align to form a constellation
The moon chimes in as they shine in collaboration
The wild beasts lie awake their bowls growl in anticipation
The guns and the men that carry them spread intimidation
The prayers become louder out of desperation
Every mother made to suffer humiliation
Every father made to suffer degradation
Every family member dead, left with no blood-relation
Every other emotion lost, Fear the only obligation
Everyone is devastated living in deprivation
I am just the narrator, only bring you the narration
I can only show its literal translation
I hope the words convey her every emotion
I hope one day this poem acts as a delegation
I can only hope you give a moment’s consideration
The morning sun brought with it confirmation of the isolation
The tiny tent stood alone in the centre of the cultivation
The child in her arms withers away with starvation
The sorrow fades only to be replaced by frustration
The torture she suffers is nothing short of an abomination
The suicidal thoughts in her head, an inclination
To put an end to the misery, a form of resignation
She prayed with all her heart for salvation
She prayed the prayers would reach their destination
She looked into her child’s eyes for some consolation
She suffered indignity, but that was just the beginning
She now suffers from insanity; it’s nowhere near the end
She has lost all hope in humanity, but she’s not to blame
There are millions like her that suffer the same
She stares into space and all she can do is wonder
What will it take for you to look her way and not the other
What will it take for you to even bother
By: Famo A. L
Copyright © 2010
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