Enslaved soul

** dedicated to those little girls who have been enslaved by terrorists, to be sold** may you find your freedom soon**

I was named a name

That seemed pious and sane

Will bring me good luck 

Though seemed arcane

Loved by mother and father alike

And ties with family were lovingly tight

Not a day went by when we did not pray

Workload that day be heavy or light

We built sand castles with pebbles and sticks

Each one of us had our own tricks

What we ate and dressed and played and read

Not a care in life, like flowers adrift

Then came this herd of socalled men

Who had their rusty rules to pen

Who lives, who dies and who is enslaved

It seemed to be only their decision

One lived only if echoed their path

Otherwise will have to face the wrath

These so called God's godly men

Didn't know that brood has many a wren

I did not give them any such claim

To speak for me, these social sin

To take my freedom and kill and maim

Then tell me they cared just the same

I could not utter my mind's concern

Nor could I tell them to be on run

For I had no power I know, they knew

As I lived my life on just their terms

They think they can take my breath away

Can break my spirit and claim me slave

This is not the first it happened ever

That some think to rule all night and day

Seems they forget that times do change 

For baddest of bad and greatest of great

Whatever they may consider themselves

They may not keep my soul afraid

For I will rise and rise I will

This is a promise I will fulfil

For my father and mother and sister little

And for brother who waits at windowsill 

I will go home and be with them 

Can't keep me away, no gun no men

Then one day when your reckoning comes

You will see just how you have become

If no one shows, the mirror will still

My joy restored, your life be nill 

Manjari

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