of all the things that life had given me <br />still, i felt my heart brimming with discontent <br />there was a hole somewhere inside me <br />that no one could seem to fill <br />so i asked God to mould me a child <br />He blessed me with a girl <br />well, they raped her, chopped her like butchery meat, <br />her beautiful eyes poked out, <br />her soft cheeks sliced <br />i cried myself to sleep every night <br /> <br />i asked God to mould me yet another child <br />He gave me a boy <br />well, he mugged and raped pensioners <br />on their way home from church, <br />pushed drugs round some street corner <br />doping scholars to stupor, <br />vaunting them to becalm the daily babel <br />and found him the following day bullet-riddled and lifeless <br /> <br />so tonight i kneel once again <br />asking nothing for myself <br />but praying for humanity for every soul that lives on earth<br /><br />Stella Sisanda Qishi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-misery/
