The small girl was sold like a slave <br />The middle man cuddling her with a candy <br />The fat house wife suffered blues <br />From the riches in her neighbors <br />And those obese relations and friends <br />She felt terribly jealous of the free spirit <br />Of the small girl <br />She needed some one to look down upon <br />Whenever she would see her ugly face <br />And her bear belly <br />Her husband was a notable <br />Who would take his son <br />And to make him grow like himself <br />The small girl would share food <br />And chewed bones of the woman <br />With cats and dogs <br />Her smaller ego would get a boost <br />Her husband proud of her command <br />And one day in fog <br />In terrible cold <br />The fat woman ordered the small girl <br />To wash the floor <br />All bare <br />The small girl fell ill <br />Her nails were broken <br />Tortured <br />She screamed mother hundreds of times <br />In minus cold <br />She screamed blanket hundreds of times <br />Water <br />She just got an echo of her voice <br />From the cold walls <br />God like every one else was sleeping <br />At the time <br />And the nature watched <br />The moon and stars <br />She was murdered in the dark of the night <br />The husband and the fat woman <br />Had so many curses for her <br />The people <br />Did nothing <br />And the God was still sleeping <br /> <br />Written in the memory of Shazia Maseeh,12, a child worker in a house who was brutally murdered <br /> <br />26/1/2010 <br />Islamabad<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fractured-violence/
