Undervalued, as she had been her entire short life She fell into her small simple cot, exhausted It was eleven twenty-five and so cold that night And four that morning since she’d left it in dread.
Given up by her frightened parents at only seven She was just as other girls in her village Carried away by the merciless men Who’d terrorised the area to ****** and pillage.
A ****** no longer at just eight and a half A mother before she was thirteen She’d had absolutely no schooling She didn’t even know the word obscene.
The one single thing that she did understand Was the pain of being beaten all the time If she wasn’t fast enough at bringing their food She was thrashed like it was a crime.
And now here she was…exhausted She was only eighteen, but so old And the only thing she ever got from her Lord Was her death that night from the cold.
A six year old motherless child all alone She’ll be safe until she turns eight And then just like her dead mother She’ll be cast to the men and a terrible fate.
There are nations around the globe where this is still a common occurrence, even in so-called civilised countries. It is the 21st century, we should be able to stop this horrendous monstrosity.