We push them to the valley of death
We scratch the world by our ill deeds on them
Remember they're also made from mud and his breath,
The one who holds the Earth.
Our words are like sharp blades on their hearts,we never value their presence
We never hear them cry.
We call them names,embarass them "Yes"
The world bleeds the blood of women flows
Despite being her children,we disregard women
Despite being the fruits of her womb
We watered another plants
We hide our weakness by showing bruises on their bodies.
They scream silently
They cry with dry cheeks
They are drenched with fear
The moon cries it's the only witness.
The sun appears, it helps the bones of our ill hearts crack.
We instituted their minds with depression,now charges am pressing
Now I wipe off their tears
And console their weeping souls.
BY: TUMI
