Monday, July 12, 2010


Little girl with broken wings
Walking down a cluttered street;
There's rubbish lying everywhere,
A foul scent hanging in the air.

Little girl I heard the laugh
You stifled as you shuffled past
The cafes filled with evil eyes
That suck the starlight from the skies.

Little girl with veiled hair,
Veiling with it all your cares;
In painted veils of silk and linen,
You join processions of hidden women.

Little girl, you hope and dream
And wish for many lovely things
But you're secure in the ribat,
How can I spare you from your lot?

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