She is young and wants to be educated, but no money;
She is young and wants to be employed, but no job;
She is young and wants to be housed, but no shelter;
She is young and wants to be safe, but male violence is always.
She is her mother’s daughter though,
and father’s daughter;
Indeed, she is her grandmothers and grandfather’s granddaughter, her aunty’s and uncle’s niece, her cousin’s cousin and her friend ‘s friend;
but by her country…she is condemned.
Did you hear the child pleading beneath the blanket of the night air
ghost of the night
ghost in the night
blood sparks up demons unharnessed and screaming
whilst the priest services his stones and condemns the child’s spirit?
Kidnapped is the night air, captured by the moon, encapsulated by the stars
when the flames were red,orange, yellow and angry
the world collided with the next is how you hear the child screaming
but deny it as chilly is this night air, sinister as the night sinister
as the night when you hear the child and somewhat admit that
the blurring of fear is how the visionary is borne.