This is the ballad of the girl child
Who has suffered so much pain
She has been killed before birth
She has been singled out and raped
Burnt and abused during communal riots
Who has been made to work as child
Not given her due right
Been fed on leftovers
Been pulled out of schools
Been married off as a child
When grows up to have her way in love
Tortured by the parents
Killed for honour, to wipe out shame
Sacrificed for name.
This is the ballad of the poor man
Who has never had the right
To live a care free life
Impoverised and lacking
The good things in life
When he remains until death
Most of all to be at the mercy of all other
Crush ego and most times hunger
To gulp it down the gut
Its true and still continues.
Sandie
Ron
budd
A really well written and deservedly hard hitting piece...
Diana...