The white man – landed.
Finally our Lord has heard our cry.
I run on a two-day cycle.
I will be a different female from one morning to the day after night.
These similar mornings I convince myself
That nothing happened last night
That my country will find a savior.
I wake up with dreams –
Of wants and means.
But at the end of this cycle
My stomach walks me
To the brothel ––
Locally called as “Paradise”
Where I am not just impaled but
Inveighed, injured and infected by
Not just inhumane grown ups but
Alcoholics, drugged up
I want a smile.
I have missed it more than food, water
On my acid burnt face
Damn those 14-year olds!
“They were having fun.”
A camera can
Enclose our truth,
The truth known by UN
But – hidden.
The camera just as a transparent glass
Can reveal the stagnant and putrid
Bliss being wasted.
Sound of death =
The only music kids enjoy.
These sounds only affect the innocent,
Killing females is
“Lucky and prosperous.”
Now everything is going to change
The white man is here,
Our God, the one to bring us out of poverty.
I have heard they
Take us all to America
Where beautiful women are kept as slaves,
Like last century,
That would be better