When the insects sleep
the wounds heal.
Silent knife, I hate you
for what you try to subjugate,
the women of all lands.
Persuasions, to no avails
,
my body a punching bag.
Beautiful diamonds,
no longer carry your traditions.
I am leaving now,
this cant be living.

No longer receiving,
your pains and sorrows.
The blows from you,
will hurt no more.