They
As curtains of darkness
Were swiftly removed for a moment,
They revealed their thin naked legs
And blood-stained ankles.
Forced to live
Carrying a burden of shame
That belongs to different
Shoulders and heads.
Wombs made barren
By pilferage, Often in broad daylight.
Breasts pricked with metals
Time and again in sadist pleasure.
They do not tie knots
In their cloud-like
Scattered hair anymore
Forced to grey before time.
Children must beg now
After being driven out
From their homes by hunger
And thirst of more.
They may succumb to this humiliation.
To which I added hours of vain ogling
And inaction.
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